Charles Chaim Wax

Inscribed On This Gravestone Of Flesh - Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

Helping an old man
push his shopping cart,
how old I don’t know,
she tripped,84 herself,
my sister there
immediately calling an ambulance.
She told me of this that night
said, “If only she didn’t do that.”
stopped her
said, “She needed to
from love or pride, don’t know.”
Next day the news:
broke her hip
if the operation went well
an aluminum walker
to lean on.
And all her life
hauling groceries
and laundry.
The only matter now
I’d tell her, if I dared,
to carry on
beyond the inconceivable
of the body
which once
she called her own.

Comments about Inscribed On This Gravestone Of Flesh by Charles Chaim Wax

  • (4/8/2006 8:55:00 AM)

    Laurence and I are in sync today. Ditto his remarks on this one CC...Nice!
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006

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