These days father sits on a portable loo,
to discuss anatomical parts as he stews.
His wife, beside him, further leans to one side.
A thin line of spit trickles.
He has the decency to draw the blinds.
All occurs in one room, downstairs at the front,
as he watches weeds that make him annoyed,
in a garden that once was his pride and joy.
Who is the invalid? Who looks after who?
These disturbing questions pursued them
throughout married life.
Now they sit side by side in one room.
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As beautifully done as it is tragic: it broke my heart. So sorry that you and your parents have to go through such sad times...
Thanks HisPoem. Your reply is greatly appreciated.
so good Lark! and great ending.
Larry a beautifully written poem sad indeed
Lary OAP Lark
Thanks for taking the time cassell
Yeah, I told my kids that once
my body is not me anymore
just load that body up with
hard drugs, lsd etc...
What? will I be worried about
my liver at that point?
THC cookies all day long...
Help me dance my way out of here!
Cool poem bro
Cheers bro. I appreciate you input.
Oh, wow...the fortelling of coming into the winter of one's life. Scary, dark, but spotted with the sunshine of complacency, so 2 speak. It's wise, inevitable and sad all at once. I like it in all of its complex simplicity, Larry let's have another glass of prune juice lark.
Aww Shucks Starr. You say the nicest things
Larry wiping a tear from the corner of my eye Lark
Frank and beautiful write. They look after each other in all their inadequacies and disabilities. Old together is far better than old alone. Well written.
Beautifully written! I can soooo relate this!
thanks for the kind words and empathy. I hope all is well with your oldies.
Larry golden aged lark.
Holy Spam attack, Batman!!