Fragile Twilight
A better time when young was she
Today age and illness have their way
with her
Eight decades later she is in her
twilight and fragile is whats left
of mom
Her youth spent alone as father did his
20 years of service in the Army, most overseas
Raising six children on her own and
keeping her job as a seamstress were
just seven of many things she would
juggle
The factory was her second home
and in those days minimum wage
would have been a blessing
She worked many hours,
no such thing as overtime
or time and a half
She was a proud woman and tended to
her brood with nothing less than love
Always a lady, faithful and true
Always a mother, dear woman all knew
Recently I paid her a visit and my heart
wept but not before her
My conversation low keyed so that she
and I would have this moment to ourselves
My intention before leaving that day was
to remind her how much I love her
She would respond, I know, telling me she loved
me too..
Hugging her that night as she sat up on her bed
I saw what was left of her and held back tears
as to not alarm her
My heart sunk, thinking, will this be the last
I would see of her
Sunday morning would deliver what my eyes beheld
the day before
Across three state lines, my eyes welled up
with tears for fragile twilight was all that
that was left of her and I sobbed uncontrollably
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