Fingers coursing beads
in a room turned caramel
by pulled shades,
an ancient lady
prays, locked in her bed beneath
a picture of Jesus,
and breathes medicinal
odors of age & death while
her sister dusts rungs
on a wicker chair.
Originally published in A Matter of Mind, Foothills Publishing, Kanona, NY © 2004.
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Oh wow, you've done it again...I love this, Grandpa...I do love the succinct, the searingly honest depiction....
ReplyDeletePainfully particular...
ReplyDeleteAloha, Friend
Comfort Spiral
A nice painting in words.
ReplyDeleteExquisite slice of life here, GP.
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