On Moving My Mother From the Nursing Home
Last thing packed, the red
purse
you carried— all
this time,
one buck
still
tucked inside; they never got that. We wheel
you out same
door you walked
through.
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Powerful
the red
purse
you carried— all
this time,
one buck
still
tucked inside
Love these lines!
I like the way the buck still being there implies without saying so that this was not a good nursing home.
My find was a five dollar bill. She always felt safe when she had a five dollar bill.
We never made her feel so, you words are such a stark reminder of a guilt so hard to shed.
K. Bruce Florence
I am delighted to read your work again!
So much emotional intensity in such few lines. Such a powerful image in the “one buck” and the contrast of “wheel” vs “walked.”