Wednesday, February 15, 2023

the blurred last years

before my
mother took her last breath,
having fallen
into a coma,
the sisters
cleaned her
out.
took her glasses,
her rosary,
her good China.
yanked the rings
off her finger,
her watch
from her wrist.
then she woke up,
but they couldn't
take her home
again, because everything
of value
was gone.
six years later,
she died.
still asking for her glasses.

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