Thursday, August 6, 2009

To My Ma.

We gathered around
one last time.
Feeling helpless and worried.
We hoped against hope
she would hang on.
Tiny in her bed, frail
an unwanted last image.
Needing to see her as herself one more time.
Floods of memories not
synced with the person
lying upon the bed.
Swallowed up by pillows and blankets.
No longer will she stand and
watch us leave waving
good bye until she can't
see us anymore.
Now one final wave from us
Good-Bye ma.
Be with the angles.

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