Shiva
Went to Jewish friend
-who died of Alzheimer.
His wife sat for Shiva
-after years, all alone.
I sat in his seat for
-taking her to old times.
I let her break ice
-then I said what I must.
Comforted, condolence
-good of him for her sake.
"He died of infections
-most in the bladder…"
She said; then:
"…had to call nine-one-one
-to send us ambulance."
Then told me of him there
- "…three weeks; in the bed…
-…no food and no drink…"
This was his final week! ! !
The worst part was daughter!
This was like the Hussein's
-to extent, of myself…
"Did not come even for
-saying a final bye…"
She said, and I could see
-tears fall, stream…
-on the wrinkled skin…
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