|Claudia want us to use a painting as inspiration.|
This is the art of Catrin Welz-Stein, http://catrinwelzstein.blogspot.de/
"There's no soar in what you're about to do.
More like a slow rise, dispersing
tiny pieces of what was you
into welcoming ethers, waiting.
I watch you, waiting too.
No longer afraid
as gravity loosens its grip,
letting you go."
These are his thoughts
as he sits before her,
staring at the wall.
An invisible machine loops invisible rope
around his left foot making it tap, tap, tap.
Like the sound of sadness tapping
before it explodes.
She lays still,
hearing only a silent speaker teach.
Slowly, silently she's learning
how to fly.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets and Poets United.)
My husband waits patiently. His mother seems very weak, not eating, detaching from everyone and everything. Doctor insists on still trying one more thing before initiating Hospice care.