Grandpa’s heart stopped before
a doctor demanded
Atropine of a nurse.
My dad knelt to obstruct
my view of grandpa’s bed,
and told me he was fine.
I pushed past Dad’s blockade,
gripped the icy bed post,
and pulled on grandpa’s sheets.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Grandpa’s heart stopped before
a doctor demanded
Atropine of a nurse.
My dad knelt to obstruct
my view of grandpa’s bed,
and told me he was fine.
I pushed past Dad’s blockade,
gripped the icy bed post,
and pulled on grandpa’s sheets.
A poem in tercets and trimeter that I wrote for my Creative Writing class last semester.
