Dying to leave and longing to stay,
and hold her hand just a little longer.
Mom can't say my name anymore
or see me with recognition.
Just hum a Yes or a No and say Thank You
to my I Love You's
in her familiar deep voice.
Walking away in silence,
I carry her sweet expression
in my mind
all the way down the hall
through the smell
out to my car
two lights
four freeways
and fifty
minutes
home.
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