Mother, Edith, at 98
Michael Lee Johnson's poem Nikki Purrs appeared here in November. Michael is a very busy man and you should stay up-to-date with his accomplishments by visiting his web site. This is another look at a moment, with a nod to the past and a hint at the future.
Mother, Edith, at 98
(first published at physiognomy in letters, vol 2, issue 1, January 2010)
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
dripping words
like a leaking faucet:
"Oh, there He is my
Angel of the coming."
Mother, Edith, at 98
(first published at physiognomy in letters, vol 2, issue 1, January 2010)
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
dripping words
like a leaking faucet:
"Oh, there He is my
Angel of the coming."
Posted by Annmarie at 1/17/2010 12:42 AM 
Categories: today's words
Tags: mother nursing home blind Michael Lee Johnson
Categories: today's words
Tags: mother nursing home blind Michael Lee Johnson
A well-written poem, one I can relate to, having a mother of 96 with very strong faith in Jesus.
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Nice work Michael! You seem to be taking over the interwebs!
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My mother-inlaw is 90. I'm going to read this to her. Thanks for sharing this.
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God bless your 90 plus mother.
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