Last Goodbye
She laid on crisp white sheets with items
all around. Her beautiful caring eyes were
closed to the world. Soothing humming of the
things around looked on Like birds of
prey.
Tubes, bags, blinking green monitors
Were holding her captive to this world.
She was in a sheltered place full of memories
of past years. Her lovely nose had little tubes,
her arms held larger ones receiving liquids from
plastic bags hanging like bird nests of the Savana.
The small room gave an odor of antiseptic mix with
flowers that had more time than the woman
on the bed. I closed my eyes and said a little prayer
she taught me when she held me on her lap.
I can still smell the soap, shampoo and lotion as if it was
yesterday. Oh the sweet songs she sang to me
before bedtime were imbedded In my memory like
the roots of the California redwood trees
Yes doctor, pull the plug and allow my mother to go to
that other world she mentioned when she held me in
her arms at night.
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