All of the get-well cards
you've received hang from red ribbons
on a bulletin board in the kitchen.
John's favorite chair has now become
your nest. He brings the TV tray
over to you with bird-like sized meals
which you pick at.
Aunt Vivie drives three hours
spontaneously to see you;
we try to have someone with you
at all times.
You have no one to run to;
we all stand a few feet from you.
Hummingbirds hover at their feeders
which you stare at: such immediacy.
Nourishment necessary NOW.
It begins to drive you crazy.
You ask me to finish your sentences.
Are you sure? I ask. Yes, I, you pause.
Am, I say.

09/21/2006

Posted on 09/21/2006
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