Sunday, January 15, 2017

Dad: Ice Cream and Chocolate Milk

Chocolates  fill your room, and
disappear too, as we wait, for you to
join mom on the other side.

You ask weakly for a drink, not water
your voice gets stronger, by the end of
the visit you are drinking chocolate milk.

Mom fills your room, as you
disappear into other worlds on your way,
we prepare for our final goodbye.

We feed you soup, you eat your own ice cream
or butter tart, with raisins you instruct,
we are unprepared.

Yesterday we found you unresponsive, sleeping,
we check for breathe, yours and
ours are shallow now.

Today you laugh, with great grandchildren,
as they tell stories, and you tell them
yours, delight fills the room.

We eat fresh baked goods, your sweet tooth
inherited by all,  drink tea and coffee,
we prepare
impossibly.

gkn Jan. 15 2017

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