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