The eyes are cloudy
Neck muscles ripple tension
catch the light
The voice struggles to enunciate
Weary, worn, weak.
A bird flutters outside the window
Adorning a setting sun
On a lavender-colored lake
With songs of mating.
Inside, the eyes sparkle, rivet, and descend
to folded hands on a frozen lap
that cannot quite grasp
the prepared food offered.
We wait in the stillness
And wait some more
Though keenly and painfully aware
Life is ending
There is a nod
farewell
and
I go.
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