
The Beginning, The End
We both laughed / No one spoke
when you soiled yourself in the car
on that
joyous / tragic
day
when you
came home / left home
for the
first time / last time
We / They
prepared a room for you
bright and colorful / muted and flat
chosen to
stimulate / pacify
your senses
with a window
that opens / that cannot be opened
upon a
green garden / concrete courtyard
that lets you
explore / escape
the world
I keep
remembering / repressing
how I
looked forward to / dreaded
the
challenge / chore
of trying to get you to eat
your strained food
green and orange and yellow / brown and white and gray
how you would fuss with your bib
and push your food off the tray
The
heartwarming / heartbreaking
sounds you would make
cooing and giggling / coughing and sobbing
as we ran our fingers through your
soft and downy / lank and thinning
hair
The
clean / musty
smell
of your
smooth / blotchy
skin
I think of
the life
before you / behind you
and all
the memories
you will make / you have lost
I will stay here
with you now
and watch you sleep
in my heart
secretly
fearing / hoping
your breathing
will stop
-Mark Hendrickson, SWING, Vol. 2, Issue 2, Summer 2025