Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)


For Nan

entering your home
through the back door
meal in hand
i shout
is anyone home
there is no answer

the tv is on
but no one is watching
i know you are not here
they have taken you to a place where you can be comfortable until the end

your hospital bed before the screen is empty
your wheelchair unattended
at the table where you ate
the house seems so strange without your presence
i call again
still there is no reply

so i place my supper offering on the kitchen table and leave the way i came

later i will learn of your passing
perhaps at the very moment i left the place where you lived
you crossed over that other threshold
no longer in pain
stepping without fear
into the light

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