When You Get There

Empty Hospital Bed
Vigil at my mother’s bedside

Lying still, your mouth gapes open as
I wonder if you breathe your last.
Your hair a white cloud
Your skin baby soft
No washing, digging, planting gardens
Or raising children
Anymore.

Where do your dreams take you?
At times you wake in your childhood home of
Rolling wheat fields, boundless days of freedom.
Other naps take you to your student and teaching days
Grammar and drama, speech and essays.
Yesterday you were a young mother again
Juggling babies, farm and your wistful dreams.

Today you looked about your empty nest
Disguised as hospital bed,
Wondering aloud about
Children grown, flown.
You still control through worry
and tell me:
Travel safely
Get a good night’s sleep
Take time to eat
Call me when you get there

I dress you as you dressed me
I clean you as you cleaned me
I love you as you loved me
You try my patience as I tried yours.
I wonder if I have the strength to
Mother my mother
For as long as she needs.

When I tell you the truth
Your brow furrows as it used to do
When I disappointed you~
This cannot be
A bed in a room in a sterile place
Waiting for death
Waiting for heaven
Waiting

And I tell you:
Travel safely
Eat, please eat
Sleep well
Call me when you get there.

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Great Grandma Elna meeting Noah 5 days before she died, 2008

 

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Elna Schmitz as Elizabeth Barrett Browning in a WSC production in Pullman, Washington in 1940

9 thoughts on “When You Get There

  1. Happy Mother’s Day!! This brings to mind my 100 year old grandma meeting her great great granddaughter(my 1st granddaughter) when she was a few months old. A mother never forgets how to hold an infant. And we got a photo of the 5 generations of females. The oldest holding the newest. It is very special. My mother is now 90 and I just spent 2 days with her. Thank you for sharing Emily.

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