Saturday, March 14, 2026

New Poem: HOSPICE

 pencils down, no closure

 look at my mother 

 who almost never speaks

 existing but not living

 I’m in the hospice room 

 three days of visiting

 she only says my name once

 hospice nurse calls in from another location 

 involved with an assisted suicide 

 my mother would never want that

 sometimes she eats and drinks water

 but after I flew home to California 

 she stopped eating, water unswallowed

 waiting to see whether this changes

 or if I need to tell the hospice nurse

 to begin the morphine treatment 

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 when I patted her hand covered by blanket 

 she briefly opened her eyes 

 

 

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