‘My Old Man’ – a poem

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My Old Man

The call
Unwanted yet expected.
My emotional in-flight bag stuffed.
Anticipated loss, sorrow and pain
Fought for my attention.

Late airport arrival
Blinked tears
Hushed voices
Resignation tones
25-minute commute
Seemed unending.

Room 205
Tubes and infernal beeping
Then
The signal to disconnect given
Complicit family members twitched and shuddered

Before us now
The shell
That carried
Our old man’s soul
For a while.

2 COMMENTS

  1. Awesome and thought provoking poem, my friend. Hope to see more of your poetry on here. I am a published poet, too, and would love to share occasionally. It would be nice to see a Poet’s Corner on this fantastic news site. ~Nancy Dittert

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