Jimmy Carter

This one is a poem about my father's last days. I was a submarine officer working under Admiral Rickover, developing the second nuclear submarine in history. And my father, I discovered, I found, I learned was dying. And I went home to be with him. And I've tried to put myself in the position of someone who is in his or her last days on a deathbed and how they might react to the world around them.

The name of this poem is Off My Father's Cancer and His Dreams. with those who love him near his bed seldom speaking anymore he lies too weak to raise his head but dreams from time to time in one he says he sees his wife so proud in her white uniform with other nurses trooping by Their girlish voices aimed to charm the young men lounging there. Then her eyes met his and hold.

The name of this poem is Off My Father's Cancer and His Dreams. with those who love him near his bed seldom speaking anymore he lies too weak to raise his head but dreams from time to time in one he says he sees his wife so proud in her white uniform with other nurses trooping by Their girlish voices aimed to charm the young men lounging there. Then her eyes met his and hold.

The name of this poem is Off My Father's Cancer and His Dreams. with those who love him near his bed seldom speaking anymore he lies too weak to raise his head but dreams from time to time in one he says he sees his wife so proud in her white uniform with other nurses trooping by Their girlish voices aimed to charm the young men lounging there. Then her eyes met his and hold.

A country courtship has begun. They've been together 30 years. Now she watches over him as she tries to hide her tears. All his children are at home but wonder what they ought to say or do either when he is awake or when he seems to fade away. They can't always be on guard, and sometimes if his mind is clear, he can grasp a whispered phrase never meant for him to hear.

A country courtship has begun. They've been together 30 years. Now she watches over him as she tries to hide her tears. All his children are at home but wonder what they ought to say or do either when he is awake or when he seems to fade away. They can't always be on guard, and sometimes if his mind is clear, he can grasp a whispered phrase never meant for him to hear.

A country courtship has begun. They've been together 30 years. Now she watches over him as she tries to hide her tears. All his children are at home but wonder what they ought to say or do either when he is awake or when he seems to fade away. They can't always be on guard, and sometimes if his mind is clear, he can grasp a whispered phrase never meant for him to hear.

He just seems weak all the time. I don't know what else to cook. He can't keep down anything. He hears a knocking on the door, voices of his friends, who bring a special cake or fresh-killed quail. They mumble out some words of love. try to learn how he might feel, and then go back to spread the word. They say he may have faded some.

He just seems weak all the time. I don't know what else to cook. He can't keep down anything. He hears a knocking on the door, voices of his friends, who bring a special cake or fresh-killed quail. They mumble out some words of love. try to learn how he might feel, and then go back to spread the word. They say he may have faded some.

He just seems weak all the time. I don't know what else to cook. He can't keep down anything. He hears a knocking on the door, voices of his friends, who bring a special cake or fresh-killed quail. They mumble out some words of love. try to learn how he might feel, and then go back to spread the word. They say he may have faded some.

He'll soon give in to the rising pain and crave the needle that will numb his knowledge of a passing world and bring the consummating sleep he knows will come.

He'll soon give in to the rising pain and crave the needle that will numb his knowledge of a passing world and bring the consummating sleep he knows will come.

He'll soon give in to the rising pain and crave the needle that will numb his knowledge of a passing world and bring the consummating sleep he knows will come.

All my family are dead. I read it to Rosalind.

All my family are dead. I read it to Rosalind.

All my family are dead. I read it to Rosalind.

But my father and my mother and both my sisters and my brother have all died with cancer. And so I don't have anyone to read it to except my wife, who's a very good editor and who is familiar with all these poems.

But my father and my mother and both my sisters and my brother have all died with cancer. And so I don't have anyone to read it to except my wife, who's a very good editor and who is familiar with all these poems.

But my father and my mother and both my sisters and my brother have all died with cancer. And so I don't have anyone to read it to except my wife, who's a very good editor and who is familiar with all these poems.

Of separate but equal, of discrimination against African-American neighbors. although he wouldn't have put it in those terms. He would not have thought it was discrimination.