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My mother.... wasn’t really much of one. But there was a woman who took me for her own.
it was the first warm night
out of that long cold spell
and I waded through the walkway shadows
toward the hospital door
with the feel of spring
rubbing at my face

inside they told me
your room had changed
to one of those beyond the far end
around the corner to the rear
where I found you lying
in the dimness of the hallway light

for all the days of agony
the drugs and the delirium
you called me by my name
and reached between the bed rails
to bring me over to your world
of olden days and things that were

your hand was hot and rough
where you fiddled at my thumb
as we wandered in a crowd of memories
filled with friends and enemies alike
visiting those who made us welcome
telling secrets on the rest

after a time you scolded me to go
the hour late and work tomorrow
pleasant dreams you said
pleasant dreams came my reply
then only the tightening of fingers
before I left you to the dark

outside a passing shower
had washed the night air clean
and slowly like the moon
floating from behind the clouds
I began to know
it was the best of all goodbyes
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