For ten days she was
in and out of this world
as I sat watching
the rise and fall
of her labored breath
The walls were green
lichen living on rock
her eyes when open
surprised to see me
eldest daughter
As she slowly improved
I heard her version
of my life, how happy
and lovely as if
nothing bad happened
Washing her white hair
I kept my thoughts
in my pockets
then painted her
fingernails pale pink
Death watch on hold
she wears six shades
of blue clashing
like storm clouds or
Mary Mother of God