Dying Mother
Dying Mother
Perched on her stool, but getting there
Angry at paper that just does not care
Onion unlayered in the last of her skin
Paper be angry, paper be thin
Blotched and embattled, unwashed and pajamaed,
The bladder goes dry on the floor not telling her why,
Two teeth left in a mushy jaw-
IĀ am still alive but who knows what for
Walking swollen ,chapped and scaled , stuck like Mother goose
Hearing goes harder than misunderstood
Drinks from the vine, the everyday bottle-ghost from the past
WhereverĀ I am going I am getting there fast
Will they buy my a casket, or burn me with gas
There's comma 'tween now and forever and a hyphen just before hell
the nothing hereafter gets as good as it gets
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Hello Jannie, nice write. Welcome to cosmofunnel. Cheers.
Thank you Cleo
Hey Jannie !!.........this is VERY compelling,,......... the sad imagery brings a tear and along with it.........insight into the author herself........ this is well conceived and delivered with a strong sense of rhythm and timing........... aging is inevitable and the grace with which you have conveyed these powerful images and thoughts is inspiring.......... well done..........ALL STARS........... and.........WELCOME to COSMO........ Smiles.........T xo
Thank you Tony