How often do you think about death
About dying
About everyone else dying
While I sit with mom
Watching a movie about euthanasia
She asks me
What are you going to do with me?
I thought about dying when the world seemed too dark
And life felt too heavy
She though about dying when her body hut too much
And her heart was broken
But that night
Watching an old man loving too much
We both felt like we didn’t think about dying
By aging
By living too much
In the morning
With warm coffee in our hands
I said to her
What you ask me to
Nov 13, 2021
Nov 13, 2021 at 5:27 PM UTC
How often do you think about death
About dying
About everyone else dying
While I sit with mom
Watching a movie about euthanasia
She asks me
What are you going to do with me?
I thought about dying when the world seemed too dark
And life felt too heavy
She though about dying when her body hut too much
And her heart was broken
But that night
Watching an old man loving too much
We both felt like we didn’t think about dying
By aging
By living too much
In the morning
With warm coffee in our hands
I said to her
What you ask me to
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