there’s a different feel to November
now that the days are shorter
and the leaves are on the ground
Tag: Susan Licht
bestowal
I have her hands
to hold her stories
acceptance
if wrinkles were flowers
we’d all welcome them
rare moments of clarity
that day by the lake
quietly absorbing the color and light
her chair
very sick, my mother spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home. each time I’d visit I’d find her propped up in a chair by the nurse’s station. one day I asked “what are you doing out here, mom?”
“I’m waiting to buy my ticket,
the train is coming.”
Licht Years 