Tag Archives: dying

We should have been

We should have been grey haired, 
like the rest, beyond eighty even
Instead we were fair haired
and barely forty
 
We should have been pushing our children 
on swings in the park
Instead I was pushing you 
around bleak and solemn corridors 
where people go to die
 
You could have been bitter, mad as hell
or as sad as we would become
Instead you were grateful for all you 
still lived, as we ate cake and sang 
happy 2nd birthday to your girls
 
I should have, could have, said more, done more
loved more openly, less self-consciously
Instead I sat by your side, for as long as I could
feeding you ice, soothing your forehead, touching
your skin, ’til after your last breath was gone
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