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I Practice Saying Goodbye
by Lisa Marie BrodskyI sit everywhere; I sit at the foot of your bed
watching the strings of your nightgown
move up and down,
I watch the RNs feed you downstairs
where you so often
blank out in front of the t.v.
I watch you sit on the couch
with a childrens sewing card in your lap,
similar to the one you used to teach me
when I was little and unable
to take care of myself.
01/18/2006 Posted on 01/18/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lisa Marie Brodsky
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/18/06 at 07:31 PM Moving, and exactly what so many face with parents. The lucky ones get to practice. Well penned. |
| Posted by Terry Olynik on 01/18/06 at 08:54 PM Monsterous sadness expressed with grace and reverence. |
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