Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Death comes

The clock says 4:45.
I look at the nurse with uncertain certainty
His reply to my eyes is "yes his colour, is sure different."

He breathes again, a shallow breath,
Andrew's sobs fill the room.

I take their hands Andrew's and
my father's, " it's ok"  I say,
"he knows you are here."

Together we breathe,
all of us
into new life.


gkn Feb.19  2017

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