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Where are we going

my brother
in his sick bed
sits up suddenly
overriding the morphine
he’s back on his dispatch job
picks up the phantom phone
gives directions

I lay him down
say it is okay
you are at home
stroke his head

his yellow eyes
carry a plea
and he says
where are we going
where are we going
it’s okay, it’s okay
can we get there soon, please?

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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  1. On the last night of my Mum’s life in the hospital my Mum was struggling to stand and saying “I need to get going”. This is so poignant and full of pain. Watching someone we love struggling so is hard and the memory stays with us for the rest of our life. Sending you a hug ❤

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