Dying slowly in his bed
Watching the birds, fly over his head
Take the jinks out of him
Take it out
He has don the best he could
Look at all of his people
Look at all of his people
Wait for him just wait
Poem # 7 Written March/ April 1990
This is what happened about 11 days before my father’s passing. He was in his hospital room.
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