• Life,  Poetry,  Process,  Writing

    here: saying goodbye with each visit

    old woman in wheelchair sitting at a table with crayons

    here: it is the last place i feel sad as i watch them.and listen. they know they have come to wither and die… here. visits from family,maybe. no concept of time for many.painfully, some seem aware.the new ones, mostly. they know why they’re here. their eyes seem dimmer each time…