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FOR THE LAST TIME

 

Your leg jerks in pain,

as I put on your socks and underwear.

You wince when I roll you over,

pull up your pants as far as they'll go.

I put on your shoes, pull you into a sitting position,

haul on your hooded sweatshirt, fasten the gait belt around your waist,

with a lot of effort, swing you from bed to chair.

We embrace, will still be together,

but you'll begin a new life

where others can more easily care for you.

 

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This poem appears in the WyoPoets 2016 chapbook, Labyrinth: Poems from Wyoming and Beyond. To order, send $3.00 for the first book and $1.00 for each additional copy to WyoPoets, PO Box 155, Douglas, WY 82633.