For What It’s Worth
For what it’s worth
I’m not what you see
Behind this frail figure
Are volumes of me
Not a bed number
Without dignity
But lifetimes in chapters
Of real history
You see a bedpan
I’ve seen a war
To me you are children
And I’m so much more
I’ve probably been
What you long to be
So look once again
As you care for me
You’ll see as I tremble
It’s hard to let go
I hardly resemble
The person we know
c 2010 David Brunoehler