quite a potted plant yet.
though we water him
daily.
pecks on the cheek,
words
of lover and conversation.
clean
socks.
food and drink.
a new chair for the tub.
a cane.
a pillow for his back.
batteries
for the smoke alarm,
the hearing aid,
the clock.
we turn him towards
the sun, when there
is sunlight to be had.
he's not quite
a potted plant and for that,
both him
and us, are glad.
No comments:
Post a Comment