Like an infant
05.28.06 (11:13 am) [edit] He is like an infant now In his geriatric chair Table up so he cannot fall, If he tries to stand up on his own. He does not know he cannot walk He stills smiles when his name is called Laughs at jokes Loves music Is present to those around How much no one knows He leans to his right Almost over the arm rest Nothing can be done to make him straight When ask if he has pain He responds he is comfortable Eats only soft foods Stating to have trouble taking meds He swallows on good days With hot oatmeal which he loves, Soon he will not be able to do even that. I caress his face We talk in our own way His eyes still shine with humor And responds When I say I love him and kiss him on his forehead. He fights when we clean him Does not know what we are doing Takes two to do this tango But it gets done All happy when it is over. He just sits Quiet unless addressed Sometimes restless Most of the time not Unless he is in bed He will be missed His presence here long Seven years Swiftly pasted With a shorter future every day We each for a short time Shine our light on those around us Some lights are brighter than others Some more loving Edmund is one of those. |