9. Death Comes

My father and I discuss dying

Is it better to know?

You wonder what you’d choose

To say goodbye,

One final hurrah;

Or slip out without a word.


You refer to quality time remaining

Lament that all the news is bad

Doctors, disease and deaths

Friends suffering

Loved ones leaving

A daily litany of woes.


I try to imagine;

I can’t.

One loss overwhelms

The strongest among us

So many at once—

A war waged against life.



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