I will bring you red apples

I will bring you concord grapes,
for you like the color of them


I will cut the meat for you,
in razor thin slices

the nurses tell me
to let you feed yourself
to gain your strength
back

but you and I know
your arms become more flaccid each passing night,
and no amount of measured movement,
will make that right

I will make the soft cloth wet,
caress the dirt away, for they scrub you
like canvas, painted all wrong
I will brush your hair,
a hundred strokes
as you did

I will read you stories
of children at play

I will bring apples
for your wooden bowl,
to help us remember red, round things,
beginnings, in a world before this room
of endless ending 





by Jim Cunningham

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    1. Thank you very much--I usually aim for "wistful." Poignant and deep even better. (I am the author, Jim, but don't have a profile; thus, the anonymous.)

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  2. Yes, this is one of my favourites, too.

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    1. I didn't know it was one of your favorites. That is high raise. Thank you Sara.
      J

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