FOR THE LAST TIME
Your leg jerks in pain,
as I put on your socks and underwear.
You wince when I roll you over,
pull up your pants as far as they'll go.
I put on your shoes, pull you into a sitting position,
haul on your hooded sweatshirt, fasten the gait belt around your waist,
with a lot of effort, swing you from bed to chair.
We embrace, will still be together,
but you'll begin a new life
where others can more easily care for you.
This poem appears in the WyoPoets 2016 chapbook, Labyrinth: Poems from Wyoming and Beyond. To order, send $3.00 for the first book and $1.00 for each additional copy to WyoPoets, PO Box 155, Douglas, WY 82633.