| Mother, Edith, at 98by Michael Lee Johnson
 
Edith, in this nursing homeblinded 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 disappearto", she murmured,
 over and over again,
 in a low voice
 dripping words
 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
purchased at
http://www.lulu.com/content/4654746 or
http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1395387. He also has 2
previous chapbooks available at:
http://stores.lulu.com/poetryboy.  He is also the author of "The Lost American: from
Exile to Freedom",
http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-46091-7.
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:
 http://birdsbywindow.blogspot.com/http://www.poetriclegacy.mysite.com/
 http://atendertouch.blogspot.com/
 http://wizardsofthewind.blogspot.com/
 
 Author website: http://poetryman.mysite.com/
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