A short time ago
I sat in the empty room: neat and tidy
Pictures on walls, a whole gallery
The collection of a lifetime
Fresh plants, all green and watered
Books, rugs, silver treasures behind glass
All quiet and peaceful, like a house
About to be hit by a bomb.
I wish I could make time stop
Preserve this room as it now stands
Memorial to a time of contentment
Of friendship, of peace and good life
I am back at another place
Clean, sterile white, busy with nurses
My mother lies dazed, breathing heavily
Her dim eyes half shut, and her mind
Is no longer there. Her mouth is wide open
And thin tubes are all
That connects her to this world.
I wish I could rouse her. Just now she did stir
And I came, bent over: "Annie!, Annie!"
But she did not know me any more.
Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern
Mail to Dr.Stern: david("at" symbol)phy6.org .
Last updated 18 January 2002