On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


hospice visit
for the third time
she asks the name
of her daughter
holding her hand

Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 2
March/April 2010


diana l. said...

A bittersweet portrait.

Wahyu W. Basjir said...

Ugh! I see sadness..

Area 17 said...

Very moving.

Gemma said...

Heart wrenching.

Vic Gendrano said...

Thank you all so very much! As I write most of my poems from experience, this was from a hospital visit with my grandkids to their grandma. She didn't recognize them at first but when we were leaving, she finally called them by name.