1 train, 96th Street to 116th street, March 22nd, 2014
We met at the platform. She said, “Coach me through this.” I said, “What’s going on? What do you do for a living?” “Nothing, I’m a mother, and I’m taking care of my mother…” “Great. Write about that.” And so a poem was born, and boy can I relate. Happy Mother’s Day to Claire and to everyone.
– 7 of 8
– proud mother of two
– now taking care of
a mother
– survived heart
surgery
– given another life
to live
– only to be hit by
a car
– still alive and
thriving to go on