Chaos of Fragments

The mem'ries of my father
Are few and far between.
I don't know why I bother,
Since he was seldom seen.

My mother on the other hand,
Was home through every day.
I don't know if her days were planned
Or just turned out that way?

Those fragments of time still come to me;
Though edited and blurred.
My alternate reality
Still shows the pain occurred.