There will always be the Bighead
No matter where I go
I know he had to go
But I wish he had died at home
Not in a loud place
With barking dogs
And oxygen tanks and scary things
But with me, at home, in my arms.
Seeing him suffer
When I thought he’d recover
If they had let me visit
If I could have held him
Protected him from the scary things
If, if, if
Doesn’t bring him back.
I try not to think of the end
But of the beginning when
You found me
Cold, wet, hungry
A small body with a Big Head.
I hope, soon, to think only of the times
That do not bring bitterness.
There will always be the Bighead
No matter where I go
Bighead Forever
| Bighead |
| 16, Dec 2004 |
| Linda |