Friday, December 14, 2007


I'm curled up on a bed in an ER exam room. An elderly woman lying on a gurney rolls by my door.

The gurney stops for a moment.
She turns to me and her tired, sad gray eyes meet my tired, sad blue ones.
Whisper acknowledges whisper.

Then she slowly turns away as the gurney moves on.


sista said...

I just want you to know that you are always on my mind and in my heart. I'm using my strength to send you my best thoughts and feelings. that's how I work....
I love you and hope to hear from you later. I'm at work now, on a short break.

Michael said...

Thank you, Nancy, and I love you, too. I'm going out to visit Mother on Wednesday.

Anonymous said...

You are so loved.


Michael said...

As are you, Lisa.