Monday, July 2, 2018

day FIVE HUNDRED and TWENTY NINE

the high cost of dying
lays heavy on the page
limp in my hand

afraid this crushing
debt will come
crashing in on me

afraid of weighing
her living with the
price of her dying

and I look in her eyes
and hope she never
sees my fear

lying in her bed
full of wires, tubes
fighting to breathe

--Thomas R. Thomas


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