Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Old Man














Your demands upon my time
are not exacted through command
or through complaint, but simply
by your presence — you’re awake
and need protecting from a fall,
you’re asleep, and need changing

These simple things I do —
your meals, your cleaning,
and my bad piano playing
to make you feel at home,
though I didn’t feel that way at first,
I find they are no problem

They have, in fact, a certain lift,
when I see you contented,
when I feel you at peace.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 23, 2017

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