"I hope to go just like my father did...
the final falling into aleep.
There is no need to carry on and weep."
She chases red-haired children 'round the floor...
awake, responsive, dreaming...
O2 low.
She falls into the air, a bruise to show-
swears she will not do that anymore.
She's addicted to the pump that gives her breath-
totally aware of her impending death...
(does she know I would take it if I could?)
Her lonely days in springtime haze,
window-watching birds...
in black and red, the records kept
of her final words.
A daughter, corporation-owned,
fear from far away...
one reduced to part-time job,
surviving day to day.
My sister/crutch, to whom I clutch
as I limp through the mess...
my lover and an angel
who guide me through the stress...
"You'll wake one morning to find me dead",
words to me, tonight, she said...
I wake all night and hit the light
to watch her chest rise and fall.
(Does she know I would take it if I could..?)
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
"I hope to go just like my father did...
the final falling into aleep.
There is no need to carry on and weep."
She chases red-haired children 'round the floor...
awake, responsive, dreaming...
O2 low.
She falls into the air, a bruise to show-
swears she will not do that anymore.
She's addicted to the pump that gives her breath-
totally aware of her impending death...
(does she know I would take it if I could?)
Her lonely days in springtime haze,
window-watching birds...
in black and red, the records kept
of her final words.
A daughter, corporation-owned,
fear from far away...
one reduced to part-time job,
surviving day to day.
My sister/crutch, to whom I clutch
as I limp through the mess...
my lover and an angel
who guide me through the stress...
"You'll wake one morning to find me dead",
words to me, tonight, she said...
I wake all night and hit the light
to watch her chest rise and fall.
(Does she know I would take it if I could..?)
17052019
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