Letter To My Father In Hospital

My daddy -

I do not want to compare you to the radiant ray of sun in a warm balmy winter, or the fragrance of flowers. Neither will I compare you to ephemeral abstract entities of Earth. For even the Earth moves, shifts on its axis, and changes its direction with time, turning its face of earth towards upon the sun, casting shadows and emanating light. Thereby, making it inconsistent. But what is consistent…