My Father's Irrepressible Illness
by
C. Padraic McEnroe
Another week less between my father
and his death.
We have passed this day together and marked
one week each closer to his own.
I reach my hands out to him
As I leave
And he looks at them.
Unsure of what to do
He picks up a paper from
the table
and puts it in my hand.
Unsure of what to do
I open the paper
and read
saying, "Thank you."