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Saturday, July 8, 2023

The Rear View Mirror

 

Driving Mom and Dad

 

In the rear view mirror I see

one side of Mom’s mouth droop when she talks,

as if half of her is just so tired.

At a rest stop, they change places.

In the rear view mirror I see

Dad’s hollow sockets stare straight,

as if he’s seen too much world go by.

Soon they will want to rest again,

And I will need to let them.

 

© 2006 Jane Hoppe

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