Fun day with Mom - Poem: In Bed with Mom - she insisted I remove my shoes tho she keeps hers on for comfort

Was sposed to be at Mom's at 11 am, yesterday, so Ellen could make her train. I got confused and was late. You must remember, I said, I always have Mom's keys on my keychain.



Am drinking some awful coffee right now in my Meghan and Harry cup, which I still use, as it's the perfect size. 

The coffee is powdered Maxwell House.

However, I've recently changed it to some Israeli Coffee I bought at Giant though I abhor what Israel is doing to Palestine.

Today I've gotta make my big push to enter poems and stories into BOOKENDS REVIEW due tomorrow.

First, though I sent out two postcards as Scott got 6 more. BUT they are all birthday cards.

We do the best we can, as my friend Randolpho is fond is saying.

Lemme peek outside to see if ... nope!

Mom knows I get very tired when I come to her house.

Trepidatiously we got me into her bed.

I suggested she get a bigger bed but that wouldn't work, it would still be a mess.

Is there a synonym I could use instead of mess?

View synonym/antonym dictionary here.

We began watching BLUE BLOODS, which was once my all-time favorite TV show.

I guess these were repeats.

Well, not necessarily.



Mom asked if I knew what the show was about.

Yes, I said, but you forget bc the commercials take so long.

Both of us did fall asleep.

Oh, I said, I see you found your blue hairbrush.

We held hands and hers were freezing!!!

She said she puts them under one of her many comforters.

I told her she should wear gloves as I do.

Mom deserves a poem, don't you think? For Bookends Review you must single space your poetry.

IN BED WITH MOM

Same bed where she and Daddy once slept
before the catastrophe showed us, No telling
what will come along when you least
expect it.

It shattered our great life, a life of day trips
to the Cleveland Zoo, the Metropolitan Park,
to Uncle Marvin's on Sunday, and to Case Western Reserve
so Donny Garber could show us the complexities
of physics.

Dad's bookcase in the room we called THE LIBRARY
was a testament to the diversity of reading. Who knew it
back then before the disease killed the greatest man
I ever knew?



BTW, it took me about two weeks before Onkar Sharma published my short story HOSPICE. Mostly true. Read it here.

I wrote him back to say, Terrific photo.

Just sent a postcard to Specialty Floors in Roslyn, say how much I love their carpets, linoleum in kitchen and Sandy's lovely crocheted blankets.