...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.
1 comment:
Great poem, Tom. Thanks for sharing it.
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