Sunday Visit

She’s already seated when I get there,
and dinner underway.
I take my place at the table
and the aide brings my plate.
The dining room is quiet today.
Her table mates are into their meals.
No chit chat. No scolding.
Mom complains she’s not hungry
as she steers the fork to her mouth.

Soon she’s wheeling herself from the table
and we’re face-to-face in her room.
“I have so much to tell you, so much on my mind,” she says,
but it doesn’t come.
So we sit.
Her left hand shakes a little
and she looks older than she did last time.
I tell her, “You’ll be 90 next month, mom.
What do you want for your birthday?”
“Nothing,” she says.
“You want a party with cake?”
“No party?”
“I think of my old friends all the time, she says.”
“Who?” I ask.
“Can’t remember,” she says, shaking her head.

I wheel her to the sink and help her brush her teeth,
clip her nails and file them down.
I have to concentrate, because they’re tough;
I nicked her last time.
Then I squirt some hand cream into her palm
and tell her it’s time for me to go.
“Not yet,” she insists.
“Five more minutes,” I say, “are
you ready for your nap?”
“You don’t want to stay,” she sulks.
“I’ve got an hour’s drive, mom – five more minutes.”
We look at each other… just sitting there,
little smiles of sympatico on our faces,
and I wonder how many more times
I’ll be able to sit with her like this,
just breathing the same air.
How many more visits.
Finally, I get up and give her a big kiss, cheek to cheek.
“I love you,” she says.
“I love you,” I say.

Mom face age 27


About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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2 Responses to Sunday Visit

  1. Very real for me, inevitable, and a little sad. My mother is 96 and I’m grateful that there are still times when she laughs and smiles and jokes. Just life I guess.


  2. boomergirl47 says:

    Enjoy what you can of your mom, Steve. I’m glad she can still laugh, smile and joke at times. Must be who you got your sense of humor from!

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