I sit out back
And think
Of the last things
I said to you.
I wanted to bring you here,
To sit outside and enjoy the garden,
To be alive with you.
That nursing home
Was a bad call,
An express ticket
To the grave.
No joy, no freedom.
People you see today
Leave in ambulances later today,
Never to return.
You missed your back porch,
The freedom of being at home.
I wanted to share mine
With you and the people you love.
I could not know,
Would not have guessed,
Your other daughter
Would send you so swiftly to your final rest.
You died when she said it was time--
Just gave up that goddamned ghost
In the echo chamber of your soul
That would not admit other voices,
Could not recognize the sound of love.
Your life was not worth the expense.
She said so.
She stole your last breath.
We didn't know.
You loved her so.
Perhaps you hear us now
As we say again and again,
We love you, Dad.
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