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Ways to Say Goodbye

10/24/2014

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For Ted and Norma
For Dirk and Gus

(Part 1)

I
It`s 4am my darling, I
have waited for your sleep
To say goodbye

The nurse has vowed
to care for you
That one with braided hair
and honesty

residing in
deep pools behind
her eyes

You`ll not discern
just where I`ve gone
in the muddle 
of your mixed up mind

Not sure myself
where I`m going
Only know

the longing
and the love
will be staying

II
The time 
is always 4am -
the dying.

Where is our place
in this  undertaking?

Our Sister
clasps your wrists
and swabs the cobwebs
from your throat

These ungodly mornings:
The dying
They wait until Christmas
to disperse

III
A brother leaves us
huddled at the foot
Auntie speaks in tongues
over the bed
I hiss at her
until she turns to tea
Little one
you saw a man
with wings
he sat with you
and counted beads
on your rosary
only
Our Father
could bear
the end

Written by Reka Jellema and Kathryn Ross          October 24, 2014


Copyright Kathryn Ross & Reka Jelema 2014
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