These...(a letter to my father)

These are not the words of revolution
I expected to here from you, Doctor
Well, yes, technically I am alive
A better fate than most, I suppose...
If fate I can call it.

Remember when we had hopes, Doc?
When I would be an astronaut
and you...
Well, you would still be Doc.

Remember when the light was bright, Doc?
When we would have long discussions
of whether the light was too bright
or our eyes too weak?

Remember when you would look,
over my cradle when I was asleep?
Well, I don't, I was asleep.

So, yes Doctor...
I am alive,
Or at least do not have sufficient proof
of otherwise...