Mom lies on her side. Her once immaculate hair now spreads across her pillow. She doesn’t know how she is. Only that she hasn’t been out of bed more than a half an hour all day. I kiss her cheek then rest mine next to hers. I can almost feel the tears she never cries.
a flight from my own
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
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