Will You Kiss Me One Last Time?
I've posted this before, but wanted to again. It was written by my friend Paul Marshall.
my Mother tells my Alzheimers addled Father.
slow moving response hangs red in the air.
"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,"