Visiting Grandfather

No one liked to go,
but everyone wanted to,
it was not right to leave
him there alone.
They would all huddle
around him in the
common room,
telling him how good
he looked, asking how
he felt.
He smiled a lot and
cut up with the kids,
never calling anyone
by name.
Before long he would
doze off as everyone
went back to talking
among and about
themselves,
the nurse would wheel
him to his room as they
headed for the parking lot.
Grandmother stayed stoic,
said he seemed happy to
mumbled agreements
all around. They would
all be back after Church
next Sunday, no one
liked to go, but it was
not right to leave him
there alone.

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