At rest, my beautiful Sue, the easy laugh has drifted away and her perfume no longer lingers. The lipstick kisses are all washed away Her only son, battered and exhausted from all the week of hell, held her lifeless hand and wept. We all did.
I am so glad I was there, to make sure she knew how much I love her, and so she could hear my voice, the voice that is my mothers, the calm one, the soothing one. My Mother was waiting for her, the coffee on, the potatoes frying, and the table set for a gab fest. My Brother is there too so they can watch their son and grandchildren together.
8 years ago