The Last Thing To Go
She fell again this morning,
trying to get out of bed to do something,
or to make something: tea, perhaps, or a small meal.
She’s fine, I’m told, in spite of her tumble.
Her day nurse handles her well. She’s gotten so thin,
and so quiet, and ...
Lara Adams Gaydos
2013-05-11 07:28:48
The Blessed Mother Faces West
The first thing she shows me is her statue
of the Blessed Mother, brought all the way
from Jersey to stand in a corner of the yard,
paler than Colorado snow. That statue
just never gets dirty. She can see it
from her new bedroom window,
two thousand...
Lara Adams Gaydos
2013-05-11 07:22:40