Waiting
I sat there beside my Mom,
asleep on yellowed pillows, stained
by years of tobacco, tar dripping
from cypress wood panels,
her shallow breaths
cotton-candy hair, light grey;
bluest blue eyes behind
paper-thin lids, moving;
ragged cough, portending
but I didn't understand then,
I was just happy to be there.
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