Season Finale

Season Finale

A Poem by K Ambing

The story ends with oxygen bottle at the corner 

of the room, adult diapers, needles, bed sores

It ends with a son going home early so he can 

later drive for 45 minutes to buy a loaf of bread

It ends with a nurse riding her motorcycle from 

the hospital for a patient who will refuse to laugh at her jokes 

It ends with a nurse who will laugh when she 

heard a curse under the patient’s breath

It ends with a steady drip of IV fluid and the 

distant screaming of a grandson failing yet another round 

of grand theft auto v

It ends without a twist

It ends as promised

It ends in the morning

It ends quite

It ends with a phone call in the middle of a piano 

lesson, and a teacher who asks are you going to cry?

It ends with a granddaughter who’s going to shake 

her head but then decides to change it to a shrug 

It ends with a son who doesn't cry 

It ends with a son who doesn’t cry but somehow

keeps missing the red lights

It ends with a son who doesn't cry but everything 

remains blurry for the whole 45 minutes drive

It ends with a daughter trying to pick the right dress, 

the right shoes, the right makeup, the right hairdo

It ends with a room that’s way too big, way too 

many chairs

It ends with peanuts on paper plates, porridge, 

thank you cards with candies

It ends with a reunion, a small modest feast

It ends with people sitting side by side, peeled 

tangerine in their hands, chatting, laughing

It ends with too many laugh

It ends with too little how did she die

It ends with just enough of I’m sorry for your loss

It ends with counting money inside envelopes

It ends with gossips and happy news and sad

stories and conversations that keep going on and on and on

It ends with coming home to a house they can’t 

recognize

It ends with searching through the drawer looking 

for handwritten recipe for homemade bread

It ends with kneading and punching

It ends with waiting for the dough to rise

It ends with the oven humming

It ends with warm bread that’s slightly

burnt on the side 

It ends with this isn’t as good as the one she used 

to make 

It ends with but it’s still good

© 2022 K Ambing


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Added on August 24, 2022
Last Updated on August 24, 2022