My Dear Little Mother, poem

Dear Little Mother

with a halo of

tubes, bags and dripping things,

a nestled raisin

among shiny steel mechanics.

Dear Little Mother

with whispered prayers

hanging overhead

in tongues, beeps and blinking lights.

Dear Little Mother

long-suffering queen

silently commanding care

for her every function.

So sedate,so still so serene.

Dear Little Mother

holy icon of

strength, stability, love and

lessons learned too late.

Dear Little Mother

robbed by this decrepit disease

draining life.

Promises made now lost.

My Dear Little Mother.

by Lucya Kotelewec Lebid

@3 Jan 2011

© 2011, Lucya Kotelewec Lebid, all rights reserved

My Dear Mother just suffered her third stroke on the morning of Dec 31st.

affecting her functioning side. Hope and pray she comes through and gets back some of her mobility.