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[aid] => mick
[title] => Floating Past
[time] => 2016-02-27 19:58:00
[hometext] => agings reality
[bodytext] => His lips smeared with chocolate ice-cream tears streaming down his chubby, pale cheeks. Reaching out to me as if to a log that can keep him from drowning. I will myself to float on past. No longer able to care for him I must let him go. Too old and too sick ... Want must give way to reality. Desire and ability now two different things. The chasm grows ever wider. He stands there big green eyes watching me as I pack his little clothes. My voice barely able to speak. Bronchitis mixed with tears. Gruff and hoarse. We had planned a picnic today. The weather is nice ... Now I cannot hold back the tears. I point to his small black cowboy boots steering him toward them, away from me. There will be no picnic Just extra food in the basket that will grow stale and stink until I toss it out. Anger broils inside. Why can/'/t life be easy just once? I broil against life I broil against me against age and illness ... The F word goes against the grain but I would gladly shout it to the hilltops if only it would help. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 32 [informant] => ever1der [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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