Fresh
fruit
Fresh
vegetables
Fresh
flowers
Fresh
sheets…
My
mother called yesterday
“What
are you doing?” she asked
Her
voice hoarse, of course
When
you are 89 years old coughs don’t just linger, wickedly taking away your voice.
Sometimes they stay for the rest of your life.
“Laundry.”
Was my reply
“You
are always doing laundry,” she stated.
Less
hoarse
More
aware
Of
me
Wasting
water
Wasting
away
Folding
fresh sheets once again.
“You
create work” she went on “changing sheets every couple of days.”
When
you are 89 years old the children you have loved so dearly for so long can do
no wrong.
She
laughed as I explained…
“Oh
but I love fresh sheets, Mother.”
You
C
L
I
M
B
Into
bed
As
your body hits the mattress you
Stretch
one leg
Then
the other
Your
head
Finds
the pillow
As
you inhale you realize that
Nothing
Is
igniting old thoughts
You
are here
In
this moment
With
Fresh
Sheets
Who
can describe the feeling?
I
am not even going to try
That’s
what fresh sheets do to me
They
take away the thoughts that stress my body and contort my heart then fuel my
mind so it goes looking for more unwanted thoughts to think about.
With
fresh sheets surrounding me
I
rest
I
reflect on nothingness
And
soon
I
am fast asleep
Floating
peacefully
Through
my dreams
About…
Fresh
fruit
Fresh
vegetables
Fresh
flowers
Fresh
sheets