Terminus Station

A poem about my 97 year old in the last stages of his life.... I try word association, ask questions, and read him the Good Shepherd Psalm; defused many decades of menacing moods, now benign smiles, some laughter, and much calm. Each time I board the ferry to Wales I wonder - will this be a last visitation? Twice lately he almost died then revived - But his onward ticket states: Terminus Station.