Father
It was a surprise attack
No, it was a sneak attack
Damn those heart attacks
I never said goodbye
I was a teenager
Father was a salesman
His last day he worried about the numbers
The next day he was and worried no more
I never said goodbye
I remember him in bits and pieces
Like a box of popcorn
The only memories are the bits and pieces left on your shirt
I never said goodbye
Mother
Her way to exit
Was no surprise attack
Cancer
Cancer, like a cat, plays with you
The game had several rounds
Lasted years
We said goodbye
In that final hour I stroked her leg
I felt like a seven year old
Holding on to her dress
Don’t lose me Mom
We said goodbye
Father and Mother
Mother’s long goodbye
Father’s quick exit
I realize now
Life is one long goodbye
Final words
Are in the living
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Thanks for sharing…
Best ~kl
Thank you. It is beautiful. My daughter is terminally ill and we are on the “long goodbye”. It is so hard. I think if I could chose I would prefer the quick exit.