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Now that I am sick
with this kidney condition
I can’t spell or pronounce
my ex girlfriend is worried
a little about me, but mainly
about her son Jesse.
She wants me to write
a short social story explaining
what death and dying means.
Something somewhat concrete
and not too frightening
that he and his autistic brain
has a chance to grasp.
Something about not being
there anymore physically,
but still with him. A part
of him, like blood and bones,
all the time and forever.
Something to prepare him
if and when I need to stop
visiting suddenly. Good luck
I think and begin typing
that some things are hard
to understand and scary
to think about; but learning
about them can sometimes
make things clearer, easier
when they do happen.
.
One of those things is death
and everybody eventually
dies. Even friends we feel
close to and love, die.
Some people get sick
and never get better
and some people grow
old and die. I write down
no one knows what happens
when people die. But when
we can’t hang out and see
our friends anymore. We feel
sad and bad and sometimes
we cry. The good thing
is we can always, any time
we want to think about them
and how happy and lucky
it made us feel to know
we had someone we loved
who loved us back as much
as anything in the world.
I sign it love, TONY, in big
multicolored block letters,
find an envelope, press on
a super hero stamp, walk
to the corner mail box
Copyright 2022 Tony Gloeggler
Tony Gloeggler’s books include What Kind of Man (NYQ Books, 2020). He is a life-long resident of New York City.
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Such deep kindness in this poem.
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Yes, many of us talk about kindness, but Tony actually lives it.
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Glad you went for it Jason
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Thank you, Tony Gloeggler. And thank you, Michael Simms, for bringing us the poems we need (and sometimes didn’t know we needed.)
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Thanks, Maddie!
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Thanks Maddie…
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Beautiful poem!
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Thanks Jason
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