copies for me...
All through the dark hours
she mumbled goodbye,
as though the word itself
could make it happen.
As if she were a novice witch
learning an old incantation,
Goodbye, she'd say
with fresh determination.
But night after night, the lungs
kept stealing air, the stubborn
muscle refused to give up.
Help me, she begged,
an ashy whisper. Please.
I stood in the cold spot in my heart
from where I could watch everything.
She was out beyond being a mother
and this my brief chance to know her.
In the morning, when the new
angel of morphine arrived
in its full brown bottle,
we funneled it into her throat.
My daughter helped me
and when the rattle began
she was closest. I leaned in behind,
It was like a birth that way -
The baby coming too fast
to change position-
and I thought, Okay,
She'll know how to do this.
And we kept at it together, both of us,
killing her as fast as we could.
What might be happening, is this:
The poem covers more than one screen page...
When you hold down the left click and scroll you have to
wait a bit for the page to move up. Some laptops this might
be difficult with that touch pad. You might have to move
the mouse if you have one, up and down a bit to stimulate
the page to move down.
Copying stuff from two pages, can be tricky but it does work
Seems this copy I just did put it all on one page.
You can also make the type smaller by hitting control+scroll wheel.
This will put it all one one page for you.
All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.-- Galileo Galilei
This raccoon has come out yesterday since the snow recently melted and can't decide which cherry tomato to eat first. Hubby put them on the feeding bench yesterday morning. (he doesn't like them). They were all gone by this morning.