Until today I did not value
Dull moans; soft Jaundice skin;
A swaddled body with chattering teeth.
The soft eerie glow of hospital lights
Only made my insides curl in on themselves
And spiral out.
The persistent tap of fluids;
Psycho-rhythmic drip;
Taunted the grind of my teeth.
The privacy I always wanted
Was impossible,
Thirty years in the making.
Until today I didn’t realize what a blessing
It is to have a mother and how short our time is.
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