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  • some days
    i don’t want to think that hard
    i want Dad to remember again
    i don’t want to think about where he should live
    or what doctor he should see
    if he should be taken off hospice
    or if the facility is going to boot him out on the street
    i just want to pay my bills,
    I want to decide my life, not his
    i want to see my friends, not his caregiver
    i want my life back
    but then
    there are days
    he paints a picture
    dances a waltz
    or smiles like the sun never stopped shining
    those little moments _
    his chipmunk cheeks stuffed full
    of imaginary acorns
    (his squirrel imitation)
    those are the treasures
    that really matter –
    those days.

    painted by dad. 96 years young.
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