Her Last Home
My heart breaks as I enter the room,
And see my mother sitting in her wheelchair,
Gazing with unseeing eyes
Through a strangers window
Waiting…
For the occasional visitor
For news from her beloved grandchildren
For death…
In her silence she remembers
A loving mother, taken too soon
A small child, mistreated abused
Surviving alone
Self-reliant, self-sufficient, independent
A lifetime of habits
Too hard now to break
She longs to be loved
To be held, to be needed
To not be so alone
She has given all she can give
Accepting nothing in return
Does she know how much we appreciate
All she has done for us
How much she is loved
How deeply she will be missed …
Her world is passing
I give her a hug, a kiss
She smiles
She knows…
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