8.22.2017

the view from her

Hospital bed in the living room with view of the cupelo.
 Some years ago, mom wrote a poem called "Sick of Waiting." It's very depressing and maybe not even a poem but a plaint. Anyway it seems apropos now.

Forever in my bedroom
outlining with my eyes
window frames
shadows on the curtains
religiously
taking pills, painkillers
heat and ice packs
when finally it dawns
that no one knows
how long it's going to be.
Only time will tell.


4 comments :

Debby said...

What a beautiful room and view, so much nicer than being in a hospital.

You're a very good daughter to be there for your Mom during this most difficult time. I'm so glad you, your siblings, kids and grand-kids were all together with her last fall to celebrate her 90th birthday.

My thoughts are with you.

Claudia said...

Thank you, Deb

D.R. said...

I'm glad she can have that beautiful light around her. The room looks so comfortable and comforting.

Kate Knapp Artist Blog said...

a beautiful room to live and a beautiful room to die....