the minister
is worried about
my father's after life,
his salvation,
where he'll spend eternity
when he dies.
Has he given his life
to Christ?
meanwhile
i'm trying
to get him to the doctor
for medicine,
to the dentist,
then to the barber
for a haircut. but first
i have get his shoes on,
tie his laces.
help him into the car
then drive him
to the store to buy him
something
he might like.
something that he can
chew
and swallow.
skim milk, he says.
pointing at the array
of jugs behind the cold
glass doors.
we get home, then
i get a ladder out,
to change the light bulb,
gone dark in his
hallway.
he needs the light.
we all do.
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