Caregiving

Some poems aren’t about beauty

Some poems don’t ascend into the light

Some poems aren’t about stained glass

Or uplifting

They are about the stains

The detritus

Of a life

Desperation takes a lot of forms

But at the end

The end

Somebody has to deal with it

Not vicariously

In reality, up close and personal

Life

Or the absence of it

Tonight

 

 

David Trudel  © 2012

 

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One response to “Caregiving

  1. Again, David, this is so powerful. Thanks for sharing it.

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