The Last Year of His Life
My brother and I clean out Dad’s room
at the assisted living facility.
Six bags full of
paper: shopping lists, letters
magazines: Physics, Science
receipts: utility bills, credit card
I use a few bags to cover framed photos
to take home. Mt. Denali, the pileated
woodpecker picture I gave him for Christmas.
In a black lawn bag, we stuff
the suit he wore to Mom’s memorial,
sweat pants, his khakis, shirts, items
we thought Goodwill could use.
The Maynard
4/2014
