Life. Death. God. Poetry.
Facing Death and Faith
Why I wrote this poem
I raced to get back home to see mom in her last days. I’m now into the last week of my visit and it’s become a race to see who leaves first — me or mom.
Maybe that sounds morbid, but there’s a pharmacy stockpile in this house and laughter is the best of the lot. Plus, I’d prefer to see her go…