one last wet baby kiss, a poem
the quality of light that morning
stilled time, after days by her bedside,
listening to the stories in her breath ~
i heard her plants talking too, felt her
osteoarthritis in the settling of the house
they came to take her away; a blue
cover, feet peeking out, worn, plump,
pale in the sunrise, i walked before the
gurney, tossed rose petals from my heart,
gave her one last wet baby kiss …
….twenty years past
still i listen, i wait
sometimes i hear her voice on the wind, i feel
her arthritis in my bones; and always, i walk on her
worn feet, see her smile from my son’s eyes …
© 2017, poem and illustration, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
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