by: Beverly Cobbett
I stare at her picture
at her sad, lonely gaze
clear eyed
accepting
detached
She’s wishing herself away from this world
helpless
in her stagnant care-home life
I feel the love in her eyes
all the regrets
the painful emptiness she now endures
her endless, meaningless, existence
Eyes so sad…
Ahhh Mom . . .
I ache to hold and comfort you
Be comforted by you
I slide the zoom until her face fills the screen
My tears well up and spill
She lives so far away . . . in . . . That Place
And all I can do
is touch this cold, flat glass