The prompt today was to read the poem The Melon, by Charles Simic. It is a lovely poem that, as was said on the NaPoWriMo site, “…illuminates the juxtaposition between grief and joy, sorrow and reprieve.”
This is poem is my result.
Mom
There had been a fall
And the hospital stay
And the decline.
Her mind was slipping
Faster than her body.
Her spirit was stronger
Than both.
She fought against the
Soft hospital restraints.
For her own safety
You told her.
The struggle paused,
“Well,” she said emphatically,
“Then I can’t make the bacon.”
Mom till the end. :) Made me smile.