Ma

A bolt of old hot-temper, I so well remembered
flashed and cleared your eyes for a second
of the mild milky veil that had mellowed
the fierceness over the years
Jerking out life sustaining tubes
with your sound left hand
its brown speckles sprinkled with fresh red droplets
limply falling back,
wings in a cage

as I finally got up to go
I almost overlooked
the stealthy hand
heading for refastened tubes and strips
seemingly acting on its own, had not
the lopsided smile on your lips
betrayed your purpose

 
and I left
 

 
Petronella Flora Helena Steevensz
 
Copyright ©2005 Petronella F.H. Steevensz
 

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