Dr. Clayton
by Jan Price
I’m sorry
For asking far too much
Far too many times
With good reason but no rhyme
Knowing never quite what to say
Needing your help right then anyway
Calling often so very late
Being in an upset state
Seeking solutions from seeming nowhere
Finding you were always there
Asking and asking and asking again
Tugging and pulling and grabbing at hope
Wanting you to fix all the pain
Making somehow our good life remain
Getting it right giving your best
Missing often much needed rest
Accepting our emotional swings
Judging us never and always calm
Knowing the way that we were as it was
Making the answers somehow appear
Having a way of making it all clear
Causing us never ever to wait
Managing somehow to fix it all fast
Helping to make the good times last
I always wondered how you did all that
You made our daughter having a disease not hard
For never not being there
Thank you
