i like where i am

don't you want
to be in a nice home
with nice
people,
playing rummy
and shuffle board.
maybe soak
in the community
indoor pool.
you'll have fun
making new friends,
sharing stories
and recipes, photos
of grandchildren
almost grown.
don't you want
a room of your own,
with a view
of the lake,
the trees,
the geese
as they float
down from the sky
in june.
don't you want
to be happy, you ask
your mother,
holding her
hand, as she cries.
no, she says,
not like that,
i like where i am,
and you say, well.
i suppose
neither would i.