Saturday, October 3, 2015

My mother

my mother
barely converses
……the tangle
of bougainvillea 
has spread to her mind

—Ribbons, Winter 2014

My poor mother now, a fading blossom in need of special care.

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4 comments:

  1. Jenny Ward AngyalOctober 4, 2015 at 5:03 AM

    Sad, tender, and very relatable.

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  2. Wendy BourkeOctober 4, 2015 at 6:54 PM

    Eloquent, tender and poignant. My sympathies. I have seen other families go through this and it is profoundly difficult.

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  3. AdelaideOctober 17, 2015 at 11:42 AM

    This takes strength and courage which I'm sure you have. I live in fear that my husband or I may go this way.

    Adelaide

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  4. janetldOctober 22, 2015 at 11:25 AM

    Thanks, Jenny, Wendy, and Adelaide.
    Not sure how much courage I have (me too - afraid of the same thing).

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