BlitheIy I called my sister, yesterday
my mother reported ‘Do not bother me
I cannot entertain you’ - I thought I was
helping her, I was wrong, my loud
presence taxed her limited power
At the end of today after finishing my German
document and the scrambled letter from Brussels
that does not make sense, I called her – my sister
cried, ‘Mother is white as a sheet, tired, I walked
until my feet hurt
PLEASE support me’ - now I can mean something
to my family, although specialists say there was
implosion of little bones, I believe that my
mother’s life and abilities – even her
looks! – are safe....
Yes dealing with loved ones taxes all our faculties because we so want to do the right thing. Even the most involved children will have trouble figuring out the best thing to do. Age is a frustrating experience for the best of us. You've captured it all so well in here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem indeed Ms Margaret. Cycle of events, the triumph of the right deeds and culmination of emotions are a triangular irony in life.Keep writing good poems.I give an honest ten to you.