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  What's A Son To Do?
by Odin Roark
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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A prosetry consideration on just how final one’s final days might be.

What's A Son To Do?

At the table
A darkened computer monitor
A trusted friend of late
Stared back at an old man's face
Propped up by withered hands
Supporting the blank reflection

Time's map was now sallow of spent harvest
Purple veins of swollen tributaries
Spidered across the leathery landscape
Once of vibrant color
Now but survival in raised relief
Remnants of a once mountainous climb
Now simply time's sand awaiting its final dune

How might it be
To reflect upon one's lifetime of grist
See the roots of age separating
One's capillaries completely emerged
A corroded shield once handsome
Now a decaying canvas
Stretched tight over facial bones protruding
From sunken erosions of yesterday

Such is the lost look of wishing

I asked him how it felt
His lucidity waning
He said he just liked staring at the monitor

After all
He told me
It was just the other day
When I heard the Charleston
Drifting around in the dark
Remember that Helen?
He said


Mom's not here anymore

He lowered his head onto the desk
Smiled and closed his eyes
Helen darling
You danced the Charleston for me
Don't you remember?

Sadness seeped through his eyelids
It's okay sweetheart
He said
It's just your memory

Remembering back through my own mist filled vision
I placed a pillow under his head



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Reviewed by Asa Seeley 9/5/2012
a son does the only thing he can do...he makes such moments a little easier...for you both...with a soft 'pillow'. excellent. thank you

Reviewed by Ronald Hull 9/5/2012
It's good that you are there. Some elderly do not have loved ones near them. If we're lucky, in the end we still have our memories.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed 9/5/2012
So powerfully heartfelt.
Reviewed by Budd Nelson 9/5/2012
Helen was there and had never left him Odin, what a tender rememberance
Reviewed by Keith Rowley 9/4/2012
Beautiful, tender, penetrating. And as Jerry says below - Helen was there. Helen will always be there.
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader) 9/4/2012
These words work a capture better than a photograph could, most certainly. "Such is the lost look of wishing" carries deep recognition for me. ~~ Diana
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 9/4/2012
that is too heartfelt for something not to be there. very moving.
Reviewed by richard cederberg 9/4/2012
Wow Odinsan. Must be the humidity because my eyeballs started sweating reading this. I don't know what to say - the imagery engulfs you. A deeply moving capture. Yup! peace ...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 9/4/2012
Helen was there. Of course she was there.

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