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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2191695
What mom must have felt like when I came to visit her in the end...

Swaddled by stiff white bedding
She lay in a drug-filled haze
Dubious whether ladies of The View
Or husband Frank and her children
On that old black-and-white TV screen

Cataracts left everything a blur
Featureless faces in and out all day
As she waited on family to make amends
For abandoning their matriarch
At that cursed nursing home

Flummoxed when the true facts came to bear
Like widowed for twenty-plus years
Grown kids scattered across the globe
And not a thing remembered by
But dusty scrapbooks in the attic of her soul

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