towards the end

i remember

my grandfather 

near the end, making

life easy

on himself

with his Sansa belt

pants

and loafers.

his pull over shirts.

he was done

with buttons

and shoelaces.

snaps and zippers.

belts.

eyebrows

and nails all needing

a trim.

sometimes he wouldn't

even get dressed

in the morning,

he'd walk around with a

blanket

and a cup

of instant coffee

in his hand, telling you

about some

war he might have

been in.