angel

[creativesoul]

her hair is white
she is subtle, she says thank you when we giver her water thru a straw
or feed her red jello
she is happy to see her son
who loves her very much
he rubs her hand and puts blankets on her
we move her from the wheelchair to the chair to the bed
she is checking out ofhotel planet earth
when i touch her hair
i can feel the passage way around her head
her soul is getting ready to be beamed up
the chain of life is here tangled and confused by nurses that hate thier jobs
and alot of strange sounds from various televisions and radios
her son is reading to her
his voice is sweet
we laugh on the way home from seeing his mother
but i know his heart is breaking
i try to loosen the shards of glass
hanging out of his heart
but they need to work themselves out
sometimes love is about just being there
i am drawing
every day a little more
today it started to make a little sense
some of the lines and squiggles made a senseless design
that somehow looked like a tunnel that she the angel would be traveling in soon
he sleeps on my stomach breathing hot air onto my body
i am unable to move
and do not want to
the dog is at the door
i want to be near him