Mother's Final Trip
MOTHER'S FINAL TRIP
She looked innocent;
like a child
who was going to take
a long trip;
skin sweaty like the surface
of a kitchen wall.
How many times
we had been together
laughing;
yet how little we understood
each other.
Now she lingered in a hospital bed.
"Mom," I said.
I couldn't take her hand
to make it easier.
I let it go...
somewhere between those deep breaths
and my tears.
I know there will be other friends
throughout my life,
but the closest ones in the end
will be my self and God.
Janet Marie Bingham
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