Counting Pills and Scooping Ice Cream
I watch as my mother sorts through the myriad of bottles
Carefully reading each label and jotting down pill counts and dates
She adjusts her Wal-Mart readers as she moves to all the secret stashes
All this for the silver-haired couple sitting next to me finishing their ice cream
I mentally take notes on how to do this and preserve dignity
One day I will be the one counting the pills and scooping the ice cream.
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This really hit home with me. My mother had Parkinson’s for many years. Pills were a way of life for a long time. It is a hard chapter in everyone’s life. Thanks for sharing.
I love this Paula–it has the tension between the seemingly mundane and a very heavy reality, which is a favorite of mine in poems.
Thanks for your comments. This one meant a lot to me.