Surrounded by your family who
Stare through your skin at almost a century.
Ignoring the commode in the corner
As you teach them how to die more slowly.
On better days you loaded me
with packs of cakes and memories
Mints and stories about holidays.
You told me that life's too short to be unhappy
And how to grow tomatoes.
Long before you gave us
Squeaky clean cheese sandwiches
Looney Tunes, smoky Saturdays.
Before tucking my brother and I in for the night
Under heavy blankets.
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