Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Father and Daughter



By Amanda Strand





The wedding ring I took off myself,
his wife wasn’t up to it.
I brought the nurse into the room
in case he jumped or anything.
“Can we turn his head?
He looks so uncomfortable.”
She looked straight at me,
patiently waiting for it to sink in.

The snow fell.
His truck in the barn,
his boots by the door,
flagpoles empty.
It took a long time for the taxi to come.
“Where to?” he said.
“My father just died,” I said.
As if it were a destination.

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes I'm not sure it ever does sink in, really.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)