First Stage of Grief
By Zarah Parker
Though my father asked me
to hold his hand
I bought a coke and a bag of chips
from the vending machine
and in between the sirens
of room 314
I met disbelief
He had a wide smile
and green eyes
and golden rings
that he would sell me for a piece of
clarity
in which I agreed
but when he slipped
the gold on my finger I felt I’d become
him and he became me.
Thoughts?
Actually it made me cry. My father is in a nursing home due to a stroke and he’s 88 and I just felt like I was there.
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