Wednesday, April 25, 2012

25 APR 12

Fleeting ...
memories flash,
unbidden, unexpected,
often poignant.

'twas of my mother,
mere days before she died.

She was in a nursing home.
She had cancer.

This one evening,
as I was making ready to leave,
she patted her mattress,
bid me sit a minute
and look at her.
When I asked her why,
she stroked my cheek and replied,
"So I can see your beautiful face."

Nine years on ...
that memory
still chokes me up,
bring tears to my eyes.

The last good photo of my mother ... both of us, ready to attend the wedding of a friend's daughter - ca. 1990.


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