The Fruit Bowl

The Fruit bowl

she's  anxiety
from top to toe.
Turns this and that
into no, the door is
open but she can't go,
... not enough time
in the World..
the years have depleted
all she once celebrated,
Age creeps in seasons, 
degenerating reasons,
beds of despair laid
bare confusions..
she's not listening ..
bound by delusions..
her table is bare .
bar a single fruit bowl,
lovingly displayed,
with grapes and pears,
Snow White apples,
sweet tangerines, tiered
in layers..
What a beautiful sight...
My daughter put them there..
She says, 
My lovely daughter prepared
a fruit bowl for me,
and I can see there's no
expense spare .
Such a small insertion in
a chaotic life .
creates a point to linger.
creates a love,
for a mother dear ..