by Robert Halleck  

Walking past rooms for three
as we make our Sunday visit
to her father, my wife said,
“Just shoot me.” “Sorry?”
“Just shoot me if I end
up here sleeping all day.”
Why would one not want
the mindless sleep of
forgetfulness as they rest
before the last trip?  

Robert Halleck is a retired banker and hospice volunteer who has written poetry for over fifty years. His poems have appeared in a number of magazines and blogs as well as at poetry readings in San Diego.