For the Record
Before Mom’s suffering overwhelmed her,
she handed me a notepad
and requested I take her dictation.
She spoke only a sentence or two stating
how much she welcomed my help
throughout her life.
Years later, when only howls and
death wishes remained, I was less
helpful.
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. . .howls and death wishes’ It would be my guess since I am old enough to be your mother that she dictated the note in case the day would come when . . . So generous of you to share this very private moment.
Honesty is hard to attain in poetry. It is here.
“I was less helpful”. brokenness …. thank you for this candid piece
Yes very personal and heartfelt
Gaby – So intimate and beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Wow–this is very powerful.