Two poems capturing some of the experience of my Dad’s death. Peace to our ♥s!
He went from walking unaided to walker to hospital bed. Bypassed the disposable underwear, moved straight into diapers. In one week! Like a prodigy in the art of dying.
In One Word, How Would You Describe
that Last Week with Your Dad?
At the time—
It’s a strong, visceral word.
No more questions, please.