Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Dying at Home (a Blitz)

Dad is home

Dad is old

Old and living

Old and dying

Dying alone

Dying free

Free to be

Free at peace

Peace is work

Peace is hard

Hard to walk

Hard to hear

Hear the TV

Hear the groans

Groans of pain

Groans of time

Time won't stop

Time speeds up

Up at 6

Up and moving

Moving bowels

Moving chores

Chores don't stop

Chores keep strength

Strength to move

Strength to prove

Prove you can

Prove you're a man

Man must live

Man must die

Die someway

Die someday

Someday will come

Someday Sister calls

Calls about Dad

Calls on the phone

Phone calls me

Phone from Dad

Dad eats oatmeal

Dad plays poker

Poker is fun

Poker is life

Life is fleeting

Life is dying

Dying alone

Dying at home

Home....

Dying....

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
ld-goodwin
American
Published
Oct 20, 2017
Lines·Words
48·135
Notes

My Father will soon be 99 years old. He lives in his home and for the most part takes care of himself. He cooks, cleans, shops, does his chores, and plays poker.

Tags
#living#dying#poker#dad#old#home
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell ld-goodwin how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write