She dyes her hair brown by herself. she has for thirty years
Reprimands my paw-paw for not “turning up his ears”
It was christmas of ‘19 the last i saw her
The memory, now lost to time, is just a blur
I go out twice for groceries the two months i’m at home
But when i must go back to work, i call her on the phone
When my masks come in the mail i nearly cry:
The sandwiches she ate to save all those twist ties…
Paw-paw’s ninety-one now; grandmother’s eighty-nine
I thought the choice would make itself, given all this time
If i got them sick, i’d never right that wrong
But they’re not getting any younger; how long, how long, how long?
One year is stretching into two — no giving, only taking
Uncertainty claws up a heart that’s busy, busy breaking
I sit here wondering where is the boundary?
How far, what risks; god all i want’s to feel her arms around me
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Lauren Oxford Lyrics – Days Numbered