03 April 2012


If I could peel away time
each second a papery layer
I would go back to the moment
sixteen days ago when you
were settled into the hospital bed
white sheeted, stuffed kitty-corner
in the downstairs spare room
and the hospice nurse
showed me how to peel plastic
from patches and crush
pills fine as ash...

Prompt=apology poem. Inspired by my father's entry into home hospice two years ago and my regrets in not helping him to end it all. Peace...

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