Thursday, May 17, 2007


no more difficult steps

no more tortuous excursions to the window, the toilet, the door

no more strong determined fragile tired tired smiles

her life has shrunk to this room
this bed

absorbed now in the process of each breath
she is so preoccupied with the business of dying
she is too busy for living


the primary she
my beginning and ending


Blogger Pod said...

oh. tingles.
i know exactly what you mean. that confinement to the bed, and the realisation that it is her deathbed. that awful knowing.
oh letty.
sorry i have only just seen these

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