Thursday, April 22, 2010

Over and Over Again

...We laughed, muttered,
Staggered in circles,
Tried on faces and voices,
All across the wide backyard.

My mom was
In a suburban rest home
Not far away,
Up on the top floor
In a sheltered wing
Called Comfort Cove...

Read the rest of this poem at That Oughta See Us Out blog.