weekend trip to my daughter's
one as usual, full of life
feisty and mother henning
but my youngest had surgery
and though a grown woman
strong and independent
sore and dopey from her anesthetic
as i fed her some pudding
spoonful by spoonful
dragging the spoon across her lips
to remove the excess
parental memories assailed me
and she was once again the tiny baby
that i fed so many years before
it hurt to see her in pain


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 9:12 PM