My mother.... wasn't really much of one,  but there was a woman who took me for her own. The following derives from the night, as the Irish say, "She got away."

it was the first warm night

out of that long cold spell

and I waded through the walkway shadows

toward the hospital door

with the feel of spring

rubbing at my face

inside they told me

your room had changed

to one of those beyond the far end

around the corner to the rear

where I found you lying

in the dimness of the hallway light

for all the days of agony

the drugs and the delirium

you called me by my name

and reached between the bed rails

to bring me over to your world

of olden days and things that were

your hand was hot and rough

where you fiddled at my thumb

as we wandered in a crowd of memories

filled with friends and enemies alike

visiting those who made us welcome

telling secrets on the rest

after a time you scolded me to go

the hour late and work tomorrow

pleasant dreams you said

pleasant dreams came my reply

then only the tightening of fingers

before I left you to the dark

outside a retreating shower

had rinsed the night air clean

and slowly like the moon

floating from behind the clouds

I began to know

it was the best of all goodbyes

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