Nick Macco

By Nick Macco

She says sorry when she coughs

Like she’s

embarrassed

Or ashamed

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As if death is failure

As if time

were hers

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But I smile at it

and I catch

her eyes

-

I say

Mom, you don’t have to apologize

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She labors for air

She labors for

composure

-

And we sit

silent with the fresh oak hissing

over still heated

embers

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Nick Macco

Nick Macco

Father. Mean coffee drinker. A founder of Legacybox. Green Bay native and lifelong Packer fan.