I saw my mother dying
Can recognize when someone is about to give up life
“That’s life” an old woman says at the library when the copy machine won’t copy
“That’s death” I say to myself
in between is limbo
Her strong bones frail now
meds keep her under
she wants more
skin pocked with injections
she doesn’t want to know me
what’s the point
she is dying
it can happen to anyone
at anytime
you don’t have to be old to die
wordshophop 
This resonates grief and despair. Sometimes getting out of this world is more traumatic than getting in. I recall my father saying “Why can’t I just die?” Your words brought that to mind. And, when he did, the family gathered left his room and went to the nursery to see the new-born babes to remind us of the circle of life.
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Good last line.
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such an agony to see someone you care about fade away
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a raw and candid poem Jane – remarkable for its honesty – the third line is especially telling
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I thought I would see my mother dying last weekend, but she didn’t… somehow I know it will happen, but most likely not now.
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My apologies for replying so late – life and work intruded.
Deeply emotive; raw; clear-eyed.
Thanks for adding to the Limbo prompt
~ M
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