Non-Erotic PoetryBeginning and EndingOpposite my
bed
in this hospice,
the wall
of my room
is covered
with
pictures of
every
baby I
helped bring
into
this world.
I no longer
remembers
their
names or
those
of their mothers
as I
once did
but I know I
once held them,
helped
them to
breathe
even
as my
breath
gets more
elusive
and harder to
catch.
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Very poignant
& as Mer said touching : 5-ed .
Very touching
This is so gentle, so light. The contrast between the beginning and the end.
Just lovely, GP.
(And I assume 'remembers' is purposeful dialect, not a typo? Either way, it does not detract - just made me stop and think again about a weakened, tremulous voice.)more...
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