His doctor told me so many distressing things
I handled it well, accepted what each day brings
Since he can't be on intravenous forever
I had to make a choice I'd considered, never
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Fed directly to the stomach or through the nose
I gave permission, the stomach's where his food goes
He wouldn't starve, but I got terribly upset
That this is the only means of eating he'll get
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Like most folks, my father loved the taste of good food
That's placed gladly into the mouth, savored and chewed
It's one of the great joys in life, to sit and eat
This feeding tube made life dismally incomplete
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The doctor said he can still eat, the tube removed
If Dad's condition dramatically improved
Dad knew not about the tube, I'm grateful for that
A few difficult days later, his line went flat
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Park Bench Poetry
PoetryTake a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peacef...
