Galaxy
My
father is in his bed.
He
has died and the Hospice
Nurse
is washing him.
I
stay close.
She
tells me my father
was
very sweet. I agree.
He
was, but not always.
He
was many, many things.
She
doesn’t know.
She
didn’t know him.
What he meant to me.
I
help her move him so
she
can bathe his back.
Then
she washes
his
hands, slowly. Later
the
funeral home people come
in
a hearse, with a stretcher.
My
mother, my sister, we say
goodbye
to my father.
I
follow the stretcher out the door,
down
the walkway,
watch
him slide into the hearse.
You see,
I
was always the little planet
that
circled him. He was the sun
of
my world. I want to stay
near
him. But he moves away,
headed
towards a clean, new
galaxy.
the little planet that circled him... :>)
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