He looks at him, his son-in-law
Blinking, not recognizing him
It has been over half a year 
Since this son was last here 
Half a lifetime in his existence 
Scrambled by dementia. Aasiya
The daughter he’s barely spoken to
Given in marriage at 22
He now remembers crystal clear 
As she sits with him, ministering 
Talking to him now without fear
Ungrudgingly for all the years
She was not enough. Arif
Her husband with the business
The opinions and the maleness
Was the apple of her father’s eyes
But now all he sees in the clouds of time 
Is this angel with her beautiful smile
As she soothes him, and she feeds him
Her gentle touch calming the storms 
Of confusion and disquietude
That rage through him so often now
All he sees, all he has eyes for
Is his daughter, his beloved Aasiya.