If I had a gun right now,
I’d shoot the smiley face balloon
Bobbing over my mother’s bed.
With a grotesque grin it watches
Puffy, shallow breaths proving
Life still beats in a chest
Riddled with veins feeding the
Demon cells marching relentlessly
Toward their own demise.
Mother will soon be grinning, too,
The last laugh as she flies away
Leaving death behind.
Sue
About Me
- Sue
- I'm a self-employed business consultant and Certified Professional Facilitator who enjoys helping teams collaborate creatively and productively in meetings. I'm also one of those Boomers caring for elderly parents, which is the main topic of this blog series. How does someone who is not a trained caregiver, who has always had a lousy bedside manner, abandon the life she loves to care for parents and still maintain sanity? Read on.
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