Hospice Policy
George Kramer
“No Jokes After 8 PM.”
Your laugh still carved
a chandelier of graceful ice angels.
A rich exchange
for my clownish old schtick,
a wobbled ceiling fan
for the grand salon of your chateau.
The tears came later,
finally and with zeal,
nuzzling your dying head.
How lovely when
The glacier within thaws
Drip by dear drop,
Leaving newly carved landscape
And us only this day
To explore it all.
Your laugh still carved
a chandelier of graceful ice angels.
A rich exchange
for my clownish old schtick,
a wobbled ceiling fan
for the grand salon of your chateau.
The tears came later,
finally and with zeal,
nuzzling your dying head.
How lovely when
The glacier within thaws
Drip by dear drop,
Leaving newly carved landscape
And us only this day
To explore it all.
Entering his seventh decade, and his fourth living in Alexandria, Virginia, George Kramer is perceiving different nuances in existence on the borderland between middle and old age. The goal of his recent poems is to try to capture some of that nuance. His most recent work is in the Spring 2018 issue of Sincerely Magazine.
