One night when I was required
to leave her side at the facility,
a hand the soft hue of umber
touched my arm
and a voice whispered
I’ll keep an eye on her
And that next morning
she greeted me
with arms open wide,
just like the mother
I remembered
and if I had it to do over
I would have asked about
the average response time
to calls for assistance,
a time when the elderly
are most vulnerable–
fragile of body,
frightened of mind,
when they cling
to that last thread
of who they once were–
when all that matters
is dignity.
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