hospice
sip the morning’s coffee hot and black
only from the smallest mug
else the bottom half grow cold
nap and
call out upon waking
that you can no longer see
wave at the woman
wearing a red hat
who is really our coat tree
laugh at the height
of the ceiling
in our “hotel”
cry when we
bathe you, dry you,
change your clothes
sleep and
dream of your children
as children
forgive us
for knowing these hard days
won’t last for long
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This is so lovingly done.