NPM – 20 of 30

Winter Solstice on the longest night of the year my father told us he was ready to die driving home, those lines popped in my head so I knew this poem had to come at some point it’s impossible to exist in these two roles daughter, poet without overlap ~~ his decision was both shocking…

NPM – 18 of 30

New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day we woke him just before midnight glasses of champagne in hand ready to toast the new year and whatever remaining days or hours we have together with him we helped him sit up swung his legs off the side of the bed so he could join us in our bittersweet…

Dad’s 78th

Yesterday was a tough day. April 21 is the day my dad was born back in 1940. He would have been 78 yesterday.  This post came up on my FB memories yesterday from 2016: 6 years ago, my mom, dad, sister, her kid & her husband met up in Las Vegas to celebrate my dad’s…

NPM – 11 of 30

no funeral when Dad first got very sick he and my mother made their arrangements Rose Hills would handle everything cremation, simple details, nothing elaborate when it came time to use these services, it still took time and money, though not much I was uncomfortable in the mortuary office it was pouring down rain and…

NPM – 10 of 30

The Magical Cheeseburger it was the day after Christmas it was Dad’s 5th full day at home this day, a Tuesday, would have been a dialysis day before, but instead it was the second appointment he missed we followed our standard daily procedure he rang his bell or called out to indicate he was ready…

NPM – 9 of 30

Hospice Bubble Haiku bubbles are short-lived are fragile and beautiful they float by quickly

NPM – 5 of 30

Lift Team the day he came home, he told them to put him in his recliner in the living room it was early evening Mom made him something to eat then she & I listened to the nurse when he was ready for bed Mom & I each got on a side, put an arm…

NPM – 3 of 30

Today marks 3 months since my dad died. Poem from Inside His Hands when the man takes to his bed he starts on his left side and puts his left arm out so that I am facing up, my palm exposed sometimes I am slightly cupped my other rests along his side he likes to…

NPM – 2 of 30

Lung Point I discovered a bruise about a month ago when I pulled my shirt off at the end of the day I was surprised when I saw it by its darkness, by its shape – a narrow horizontal oval on my upper left bicep I touched it, but there was no pain I thought back…

NPM – 28 of 30

Here’s another little poem I wrote while in Taos about the ‘shuttle’ drive from Albuquerque to Taos. This is a True Story Larry liked to talk of death whether he realized it or not he had many anecdotes about it there was the boulder that crashed down a mountain into a Greyhound bus traveling the…