Will You Kiss Me One Last Time?

I've posted this before, but wanted to again. It was written by my friend Paul Marshall.


Will you kiss me one last time?
Will you kiss me one last time?
Tit for Tat
my Mother tells my Alzheimers addled Father.
Filled with despair,
his sloth like, sad-eyed,
slow moving response hangs red in the air.

Looking at his little rocking chair
the boy says,
"I want to make a sail boat. Where is the axe?"

I'm going to paint it pink and name it chartreuse.

"Of course I would say good bye to you before I leave,"
his wife said.