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***BIO*** Durenda was in illinois, back in ca, trying to get to tn. vegan. published in identity theory and cornell's rainy day.

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Mother

by Durenda

My mother was a fall leaf prolonged.
A nurse gave brief examinations
because that was all we could afford.
Hours before my mother regurgitated her last breath
into my mouth as I tried to resuscitate her,
the nurse was there rattling over her.
"Did you know she's suffering?"
"No, I wasn't aware."
"Well, she is and she needs more morphine."
She administered the morphine;
my mother's eyes teetered like eggs.
"Please don't. I love her".
The nurse was disgusted.
I knew that all communication had atrophied.
I will never know the different tent cities, in Texas,
where my mother grew up.
But I'm cognizant that though her stepfather sowed her fallow;
later abandoned her where you could see the chickens through the floor;
where they wore flour sack dresses and caught squirrels for supper:
she never gave up grace.
Yet when the saints come marching in, I will be bent.

July 2007