Some days she up

Some days she sleeps

Some days she’s angry

Some days she’s there

Sometimes she’s not…

He sits for hours with

The hope she’ll awake

And realize she’s not alone…

When he’s not there

He’s on FaceTime with her

But tonight she wants no part

Of the IPad to be on

Which is her right and

Gives me a breath of fresh air

Since he’s been on the phone

For hours discussing the new

Covid outbreak, a UTI or

Long sleeves they put on her

In this heat to keep her from

Bruising as her skin is so thin…

We are thankful for this place

That take care of her so well

At a very steep price

But the toll on her son

Is hard to watch..:

He find it so hard to leave her

When he goes back

But I remind him how

Hard to leave mine in the ground

So I stop going back to Death Valley

That I use to call home…

Watching her age is aging us too

As it’s A crap shoot as to

Who will outlive who…

I doubt we have her longevity

So the odds are on us

I fear…

As we seem to put

Our life on hold…