Last Moment
Father and daughter with goodbyes and the
answers left unsaid. A question needs time
but she knows that there’s none left and he sits
so calmly deteriorating, still.
He is weak and wise, future bleak and tired.
She is broken deep down on the edge of
her seat at his bedside. Blankets crumpled
across his bed. Faces crumble and frown
together. It’s as simple as bad news
and a glass of water to wash it down.
