Somewhere between the
folds of the sheets
and the soft green blanket,
the recesses of my mind took me
to another world…
a world where Daddy and Momma
He barely stayed awake at the wheel
yet refused to give it up.
Finally convincing him,
I drove on until my eyes burned and bled
and the bitter taste in my mouth
could not be quenched.
She gave her last three prescription pills
to a homeless woman.
Exasperated, I cried,
Momma, why’d you do that? You needed those pills!
Looking down at her hands, she murmured,
I guess I wasn’t thinking.
Helpless as they were
their pitiful state showed an independence
and urgency to be reckoned with.
Even in their aging
they gave freely
and knew no strangers,
their vitiated minds and bodies
successors to those I have known
all my life.
with racing heart
and whirling mind
only to realize
dreams are a realm of reality
awaiting an awakening.
© Donna Arthur Downs