Each month, write a new collection.
In The Night.Your stomach tube placement, was really highThe neurologist said, the surgery was hard When I saw you, your breathing was always laboredSwallowing was hard, and your talk revealed, a Paralytic tongue. I offered thoughts. But you planned, to go home, tomorrow.Obese, it was hard, for helpers, to move you.Though its protocol for sure, that patients Don’t slip down in bed. That - is life threateningEspecially for you, with that feeding tubeAs Friday work ended, I said good bye, Off to my son’s Soccer game. The chart later read Friday night transfer to ICU, where you died No mention, that under our care, You slipped Down in bedIn the night.
Flower herA simple beauty doing her duty to comprise of petals and corolla with the fragrances we soak in the fantasy with the petals and the stem circling in a universe within the moment girls learn to want and women yearn the men who know romance when flowersawake the passions and the principles of beauty