Very moving. Stark in its representations of caregiving and death. This line..."He is the blameless bird/broken against the window when all it could see/was the glassy sky." And this..."...the creek behind the house/s-turning so we never know/what's ahead." P. 36 beautiful poem if such things can be said to be beautiful ...the bravery, the mixed blessing of being able to write through the pain, of having to live in the clutch of such deep grief.