Papa T
from the 7th floor
window
I can see …
the brick building
where Granny E went and died
he never wanted her there
wanted her home with him
but she needed more than he could give
and it feels like granny all over again
‘cept this time he’s not there
sitting in the corner
tapping his cane
telling her, “it’ll be all right …”
it’s been 12 days so far
he had his mind that first day
and we talked as if he were at home
sitting there at the table
feeding himself his supper
and the nurse came in and asked him
a bunch of questions
and she couldn’t type fast enough
the second day
the nurse asked him no questions
at all
yesterday he stopped eating
but maybe today
he’ll be hungry
TL