the melting

how she loved to
eat.
to drink.
to cook and set the plates
out.
to watch
everyone else sit
down
and eat.
she waited until all
was fed
before sitting down
herself.
sweat on her brow,
out of breath.
how happy she was to
feed
her children,
friends who knocked upon
her door.
I remember this as I
stand by
her bed and watch as she
melts
like the ice
chips being spooned
into her
open mouth.