Bedside manners.

Bedside Manners

Christopher Wiseman

   How little the dying seem to need--
   A drink perhaps, a little food,
   A smile, a hand to hold, medication,
   A change of clothes, an unspoken
   Understanding about what's happening.
   You think it would be more, much more,
   Something more difficult for us
   To help with in this great disruption,
   But perhaps it's because as the huge shape
   Rears up higher and darker each hour
   They are anxious that we should see it too
   And try to show us with a hand-squeeze.

   We panic to do more for them,
   And especially when it's your father,
   And his eyes are far away, and your tears
   Are all down your face and clothes,
   And he doesn't see them now, but smiles
   Perhaps, just perhaps because you're there.
   How little he needs. Just love. More Love.

From In John Updike's Room: New and Selected Poems, by Christopher Wiseman. Copyright 2005 The Porcupine's Quill. Available from www.amazon.com Reprinted with author's permission.