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  The Wasting Away
by M. Andrew Sprong
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Oh my dearest love,
life melting off your thin bones,
choked out by disease.

I clutch memories,
which slip away so easy,
my humanity.

The day at the zoo,
when the giraffe licked your face,
and the monkeys laughed,

or the carrousel,
on the backward elephant,
kissing away tears.

Your birthday party,
we ate your favorite cake,
but the dog stole most.

The swing-set is still,
stirred only by the north wind,
which brings omen chill.

Butterfly landed
on your nose with wings flapping
but it made you sneeze.

Riding on the train,
when your nose began to bleed,
I was in denial.

I saw you running
through Grandpa’s fresh spring clover,
but those times are gone.

The doctors pump drugs,
which are more poison than balm,
yet you waste away.

I remember then
my spoken promise to you.
Thus, I do not cry.


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Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 10/29/2009
I understood and felt very deeply every single word. It's sad when we have to watch the ones we love slowly waste away. Wonderfully penned!

Reviewed by John Bidwell 10/28/2009
My father passed away this year and I am living such memories.
It is everbody's lot in life to face this. The only escape is if life is cut short, and that is just a different tragedy.
We give thanks for memories.
This was so well written.
Best regards,


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