This was the poem of my getting to walk my nervous Mom from her beloved Manhattan, onto the subway that knew exactly where to take her, and up the steps into the bright white light when she reached it… a memory I’m honored to keep close, right down to the slack mouth, just a few days in that single bed, reminders of reunions she’d have soon, us kids singing her songs she’d taught us, and her delivery of silent gratitude through the raspy labored gasps of her deepest coma-sleep about 2 years ago.

Thank you for sharing a good ‘graduation’ (as I think of it)… moving from one room to another doesn’t have to be anything but expanding, since we all live right here, now.

Your fan,
~GirlPie