Dignity
With aged and trembling hands
No grip to grasp the spoon,
She bunched up cornbread and beans
Into a mound
Lifted to her mouth
Like laboring up a ladder
Pressed into her mouth—
Overflowed crumbs
Drifted onto her nursing home plate.
“Old People has a hard time a-eatin'”
Mamaw said.
No offer to help
Came from me.
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The image of laboring up a ladder is so good and visceral