No sweet old lady

Written by: Soulfire

After a childhood of moaning 
and feigned fainting 
and suicide attempts in my presence—
it’s hard to know 
whether the call in the night 
saying she is going to call an ambulance 
is serious or not.  

Personally, I can’t imagine 
calling 911 for the runs
but my mother did.  
When the paramedics arrived 
they told her to stay home;
emergency would only make her  sick 
waiting upright for hours in a chair, 
an IV jammed in her arm.

And now she’s on speaking terms with me again
which means the calls will start 
the ones pleading and demanding 
alternating 
on who knows what whim.  

She’s eighty and no sweet old lady.