On my Mom’s dying

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Vincent Van Gogh via Wikimedia Commons

She saw my first breath.
I saw her last.
And,
in between,
     many days of
     smiles, shouts,
     puddles, clouds
     thoughts
deluded, denuded,
     eluded dreams
of getting through
     (like swimming)
or stuck
     in the bramble
     (like scraps of cloth)
caught,
     while becoming
     who I was
     before birth,
     waking.

Ira G. Liss is a musician, entertainer, wedding officiant and hosts his own live, monthly variety, art, talk show.