At least she couldn’t see the metal lockers in the rooms or the people tied into their wheelchairs, safe and vacant. Did she smell the antiseptic? Could she hear the TV blaring the English language sitcom that she never would have watched? Of course she couldn’t see the crowds of bored patients who were drawn toward the noisy distraction. Oh Mom, I tried to save you. This is what you feared the most. Now you are there and I must leave on Sunday.
Tag: old age
My Mom and Jack 1996 – From Part I
Shuffling more slowly
each day, matching
the pace of my Mom and Jack
as they age, My fears
rise and fall as their voices
do, struggling to hear each other,
to see each other, even
to walk on
the broken sidewalk,
up cracked curbs,
through the sand
on the beach, past
the rocks … How rocky
old age can be.
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