Father telephones,
says mother is giving up, 
won’t do anything,
has lost bladder control.

He suggests I call her. 
She’s an only child. 
I’m her oldest son.

He calls back,
thanks me for calling his ex, 
reminds me to have
I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK
on his headstone.

He says
we should all be laughing 
till we meet again.