Illness and meds leave him, sometimes,
confused, like one half-waking.
"He always was your hero," he mutters.
She pauses, surprised: "Who?"
"John Kennedy"--a bit resentful, jealous.
Despite the ether of life going on
with its going away, she laughs,
tender, amused--touches his shoulder:
"You're my hero."
[Editorial note: Yes, this post is a week early.]
confused, like one half-waking.
"He always was your hero," he mutters.
She pauses, surprised: "Who?"
"John Kennedy"--a bit resentful, jealous.
Despite the ether of life going on
with its going away, she laughs,
tender, amused--touches his shoulder:
"You're my hero."
[Editorial note: Yes, this post is a week early.]
Such tender phrasing in the poem -- and a beautiful moving vignette. Thank you for posting "a week early"!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom! This one was on my heart, so I went ahead and posted it.
DeleteYay! You're back:) And this poem both makes me laugh, and gives me a lump in my throat.
ReplyDeleteThanks, E <3 Yes, kind of like the inspiration for the poem.
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