Mind numb
Feeling cold
I stand
By this bed
Where
I was conceived
We all were
I believe
She’s here
Supine
Every labored breath
Any one
Could be her last
Her face
Old so old
But beautiful
Tired
She looks cold
Blue and gray
Carefully
I pull the sheet
Up over
Distended abdomen
I Cover scars
From scopes and scalpels
One cancerous organ
Life ten times filled
Removed
I pull
Past curled hands
That bathed and clothed us
Past arms
That bore
Past breast
Where each
Suckled
Pulled then tucked
‘Round shoulder washed
By a thousand tears
Now today
The shroud
Will warm
Not cover
Beautiful face
Old so old
Tired.
© 2006 tgatmatt
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