Down in the hollow, sun on our skin,
Dad bragged to me, at only ten.
“A four-part truth to change mankind!”
But nothing clear, just loops of mind.

 

He beamed with pride, so sure, so grand,
But gave me words like shifting sand.
No shape, no proof, just boundless praise,
That's when I began to think he’s craze—

 

Instead of thinking he was wise,
I saw him lost behind those eyes.
A genius claim, foundationless—
I knew right then that mind’s a mess.

 

He spoke like stars were in his view,
But none of it was close to true.
That day I saw, that day I knew—
The man I loved had lost a screw.

 

I left the hollow, climbed the hill,
Where Mom worked hard to pay our bills.
“Dad is crazy,” I clearly said.
She said, “I know” and bowed her head.

 

She knew, of course, and carried on,
Through every dusk and every dawn.
With mouths to feed, a world to hold,
She bore the storm but never told.

 

But back then I just felt the spark—
A twist that made our story stark.
Not fear or grief, but something wild:
A crazy dad, and I his child.

 

It wasn’t shame, it wasn’t dread,
Just wonder at the life we led.
A truth both strange and oddly proud—
Like thunder talking through a cloud.

 

He spoke like stars were in his view,
But none of it was close to true.
That day I saw, that day I knew—
The man I loved had lost a screw.