Tag: pet poem

• December 2, 2023

  Poem 3: Prognosis

  grieving from the prognosistrying to rest a moment(recovery is not yet possible)“Lay your head on my chest,”my darling wife invites.I do.“Sorry,” she whispers, “time andgravity have pulled my pillowsinto my armpits.”(humor always our drug of choice)“It’s okay,” I murmur, dimly amused in the darkness of grief.I don’t need pillows, Sweetest; what I needis your heartbeat…