Every time the nurse calls a name, his mother,
with great difficulty, gets up,
“Hurry,” she says in a shaky voice,
“Or we’ll miss our turn.” He looks up from his book.
“It’s not you, sit down mom,” he says flatly,
and then repeats it yelling.
She is hard of hearing.
He is a son with white hair and the need […]
Filed under: Jo-Ann Godfrey by akublik Date 26 August, 2010
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My mother, who has been a widow for a year now,
can’t remember because of old age. She is mad
about that because, “it is so annoying,” she whines.
I have never been able to remember at any age.
“You have to help me,” I say, “Remember
where we parked, level three, on the right hand
side, in the corner.” […]
Filed under: Jo-Ann Godfrey by akublik Date 23 August, 2010
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