Mother, Edith, at 98

in a nursing home
blinded with
macular degeneration.
I come to you,
blurred eyes, crystal mind,
countenance of grace.
as yesterday’s winds
I have consumed you
and taken you away.
“Where did God disappear to?”
You murmured
over and over again
like running water
or low voices
in prayer:
“Oh, there He is,
angel of the coming.”

~ Michael Lee Johnson

Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada during the Vietnam War era. He is a freelance writer, and poet. He has been published in USA, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Scotland, Fuji, Nigeria Africa, India, United Kingdom. He is the author of: The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom. He is the editor of Poetic Legacy, which is now open for submissions.

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