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Home Away From Home

by: Beverly Cobbett

I stare at her picture
at her sad, lonely gaze
clear eyed
She’s wishing herself away from this world
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