For Pat

you inhaled
and consumed all space.
the room held its breath.
you exhaled
and were gone.

two days
of fever and pain,
nothing to do.
we changed
the cloth on your head
and held your hand.

two months
of popsicles
and cold drinks,
afternoon visits.
you fought sleep
when we were there.

seventy-four years
of hard work
and much to do.
you carried
a red bandana
and a pocket watch.

you smiled
you loved
you were loved