In Hospital,
I hold my old mother’s hands
While she’s dying,
Not to comfort her…
But to remind
That I still need her
To comfort me,
As always…
Image by Liv Bruce on Unsplash
Holding Hands
In Hospital,
I hold my old mother’s hands
While she’s dying,
Not to comfort her…
But to remind
That I still need her
To comfort me,
As always…
Image by Liv Bruce on Unsplash
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I think that is the most poignant account of the loss of a caretaker that I can remember. Nicely written.
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Thank you, Elizabeth! 🙂 I don’t know where this came from though. I guess I miss Mom after my vacation with her last week. 😉
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Good imagination then.
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