Mother

Mother died today.
She was sick for a long time.
We never noticed—
Well, not me, her favorite,
I never noticed.
She kept wearing her makeup
And saying she was fine.
I guess I would have known
If I thought about it,
If I thought about her,
If I had realized how much
She needed to hear my voice.

Others noticed—
The woman who did her hair,
The man in the bodega,
The health aide whose shoulder she clutched
All the way up to the top floor—
They couldn’t help but notice.

They tried to tell me something was wrong,
How pale and sick she was,
But I didn’t listen until
I saw her lying there today
Still, silent and cold.
I could have listened sooner
I could have spoken
And I
didn’t.

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