THE LAST LOVE SONG
The white ceiling never looked so black,
As I lie here still, flat on my back.
A stick in my wrist and a tube in my nose,
As the doctor comes in I hear the door close.
They sit me up, I guess for a test,
Roll me to the window announcing a guest.
In walks a granddaughter graced by the sun,
She’s pretty, but I don’t remember which one.
Some fuzzy conversation awkwardly ensues,
Then Gee-pa we have some wonderful news.
Things start to whirl around and I see
A warm, tender baby asleep on my knee.
My great-granddaughter, granddaughter, daughter, and I,
Reaping our time in the blink of an eye.
Between her first breaths and these last of mine,
Waits a world of wonder, a song divine.
