December 1, 2021


To Mom

No place to move
glued to a wheelchair
she can’t operate;
I push her
but at ninety-four
there is nowhere
she wants to go,

yet she clings
to the wheels
now legs,

for her next meal
a dream
of fulfillment
each morsel swallowed
from her toothless smile
a reminder
she’s alive.

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