Poem #21: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

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Today it's a selection from her pharmaecopia
in the basket next to the couch,
as usual,
supplemented with a nutrition drink
and strawberries or a banana,
then a shot of Forteo* in her thigh.
Ice water needs replenishing;
a vodka and tonic later.
Maybe yesterday's vegetable soup
warmed up for lunch.
Dinner has yet to be planned;
perhaps an omelette with cheese and onions,
a slice of toast with light jam
and another vodka and tonic.
I'll try to sneak a small salad in.
When things are bad, it's only
bechamel sauce with chopped,
hard-boiled eggs over toast. Or Mac and cheese.
O, how I long for a dining room table again,
and meals someone else can cook.
Turn on the television;
I'll put the plate in your lap,
and tuck the napkin under your chin.
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[Footnote: Forteo is a brand name of teriparatide, a drug to counteract osteoporosis]