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.