GRIEF Poem: types of dying, by Lily Suckow Ziemer

my grandma is dying
I guess
we don’t act like she’s dying
but she is

not right now
not for a few years
but the doctors put a name on it
tell us it’s coming

I don’t know this kind of dying
the kind where they forecast it, only
couple-days-ago-dying, only
late-to-find-the-body-dying

so I’m a bad granddaughter
I forget the name
I don’t read many articles
because it hasn’t happened
yet, and I don’t know
how to know
alive-dying

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