Final Day 3-1-02
The phone had us on our feet
In the middle of the night.
It was Dennis, “Dad just passed…”
We each made calls and gathered
So we could go tell Mom together.
Were his organs riddled with cancer?
Was it diabetes, or was it his heart?
They all had played a part.
We carried Mom to see her Beau
Held her by the hand with tissues
For us all and started final plans.
Made calls. Signed papers.
….And looked for Morris.
Maybe he needed privacy.
Everyone has a different way
Of handling their grief.
We found him at the empty bed
Dad’s pillow at his face.
His scent lingered in the linens
Giving one chance to remember
Something we had long forgotten—
Something natural and tender
Links a parent and a child
Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2014
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