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Seventy two years old
Contributed by
fanniesson
on
Saturday, 7th February 2009 @ 01:44:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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This is the age my father fell apart,
swallowing tongue for the after dinner show,
needing us to come around check he was all right,
stay the night at times,
make sure he took is medicines.
This was around the time weekly visits
to his doctor began, ambulance rides
to the hospital,
oxygen tanks stood readied by his bed.
This was the age.
No one panicking anymore
when he convulsed, couldn’t breath.
Around the time he show us.
How death was gonna take him,
and what we had to do
to make sure it wasn’t gonna happen
on our watch.
Copyright ©
fanniesson
... [
2009-02-07 13:44:32] (Date/Time posted on
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