Bedside
Your disease impales your spirit,
My Father falls into an abyss
A Memory-
You kissing my forehead when I was young
And I fall asleep in your lap.
Many years later on your death bed,
I kiss your forehead,
Ushering you into your last sleep
This was written for my dad while thinking of the irony that when I was brought into life, he would kiss me to sleep on my forehead. And as he was exiting life, if I had been there, I would have done the same for him.
