Poem about my father's death, 18 years ago.
Cool I still blame my incompetence for my father’s death. Is it four poundings to the heart, then six breaths into the misshapen mouth? Should I get a note-book out and notch up each breath? What a mess. I informed the operator in a matter-of- fact manner: “If the ambulance doesn’t arrive soon, they... Sign in to see full entry.