- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Like Humans Do
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Click here"Just make life as comfortable as you can, there's nothing we can do."
So each morning I make breakfast for the dying,
that's what my mind says,
a tape loop of nagging reality,
" You know it's for the dying right? Breakfast for the dying".
Playground singsong voice,
and we all fall down,
eventually.
I go to work with no backward glance,
no outward sign of distress.
He's in his favorite chair already half asleep, again.
We watch TV together and he pretends not to notice
when I cry to easily
or when I think I hear the cancer,
like bee's behind a wall,
working inside him.
Sometimes he looks me right in the eyes.
I know he wants me to explain what's wrong,
why he can't do what he once did,
why something inside him is afraid to close his eyes,
but you can't explain death to a cat.
They don't understand.
They don't understand " I love you" either
but I tell him that anyway.
- COMMENTS
unapologeticover 17 years agoAnd it's official, you're my favorite poem on this site. And let me tell you, I'm picky.
annaswirlsover 17 years agowah! beautifully sad :( I am going to go hug my cat
and your Breakfast for the Dying is a phrase that will stay with me.
There is title for your book of poems :)
Anonymousover 17 years agoI enjoyed reading this but preferred the other poem you have up today. There is something quite bitter in the tone of the narrator, feels quite a personal poem and the reader can feel that too.
Still, great reading. Mentioned in today's new poem reviews.
