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A short time ago I sat in the empty room: neat and tidy Pictures on walls, a whole gallery The collection of a lifetime Fresh plants, all green and watered Books, rugs, silver treasures behind glass All quiet and peaceful, like a house About to be hit by a bomb. I wish I could make time stop Preserve this room as it now stands Forever; Memorial to a time of contentment Of friendship, of peace and good life But now I am back at another place Clean, sterile white, busy with nurses My mother lies dazed, breathing heavily Her dim eyes half shut, and her mind Is no longer there. Her mouth is wide open And thin tubes are all That connects her to this world. I wish I could rouse her. Just now she did stir And I came, bent over: "Annie!, Annie!" But she did not know me any more.
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Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern
Mail to Dr.Stern: david("at" symbol)phy6.org .
Last updated 18 January 2002