Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Love

Lying in a hospital bed a world away from reality,
I whisper my mother’s life into her ear.
I fold like a child against her frail body
and silently inhale her love back into me.
I comb her white hair with my fingers,
memorizing her delicate features.
She moans.

Her voice, my cocoon.

2 comments:

  1. Mary, all I can say is your words are perfectly placed Heartbreaking.

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  2. Mary this brought tears to my eyes and actually made my throat hurt. That last line really really hit me and it makes me want my mother. Beautiful. My favorite of yours.

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