Mother, Edith, at 98
by Michael Lee Johnson
Edith, in this nursing home
blinded with macular degeneration,
I come to you with your blurry
eyes, crystal sharp mind,
your countenance of grace−
as yesterday's winds
I have chosen to consume you
and take you away.
"Oh, where did Jesus disappear
to", she murmured,
over and over again,
in a low voice
like a leaking faucet:
"Oh, there He is my
Angel of the coming."
© 2007 Michael Lee Johnson
Michael Lee Johnson is a poet and freelance writer
from Itasca, Illinois. His brand new chapbook, From Which Place the
Morning Rises is now available at http://www.lulu.com/ and can be
http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1395387. He also has 2
previous chapbooks available at:
He is also the author of "The Lost American: from
Exile to Freedom",
He has been published in USA, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Scotland,
Turkey, Fiji, Nigeria, Algeria, India, the United Kingdom, Republic of
Sierra Leone, Israel, Nepal, Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia, Finland,
and Poland internet radio. Michael Lee Johnson has been published in
more than 280 different publications worldwide. Audio MP3 of poems are
available on request.
He is publisher and editor of four poetry flash
fiction sites--all presently open for submission:
Author website: http://poetryman.mysite.com/
Find more by Michael Lee Johnson in the Author Index.
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