Hospice has been called.
I take apart the kitchen faucet
chip away lime deposits
reassemble with new working parts.
The physicians can do no more for him.
I buy roofing cement
climb the ladder to fix a leaking vent
paint the ceiling inside to hide the stain.
For three years he has struggled against this death.
I clean the patio door
discover the window seal is broken
find invasive moisture between the panes.
The cancer is spreading rapidly to vital parts of his body.
I strip caulk from the failed seal
remove the protective molding
install new insulated glass.
He eats little and takes massive doses of pain medication.
I hack at the garden with my hoe
pull out dead stalks that once were flowers
plant bulbs expecting to see another spring.
Soon I will hear his voice for the last time.
I’ll build stairs to the attic
replace the old shed door
seal the crack in the basement wall.
I am fixing everything I can.