Do you know where I found peace?
In the nursing home
Just my mom and me alone
No sisters or brothers
Caring for my great-grandmother
Who didn’t know where my mother
Had gone when she walked down the hall
To grab nail polish and a brush
There was absolutely no rush
Great Grammy in her shawl
In front of the sunny glass
In a cushioned seat
Where caretakers pass
Where the dust danced
And potted plants
Rooted and bloomed
Ever in the mood
To make beauty seen
I watched my mother take care
To paint exactly on each nail
Around soft wrinkled skin
Each breath that I took in
Easy and unhurried
I forgot I was ever worried
I wouldn’t make it home in time
Mom said “Thanks for coming with
I know it’s sometimes hard for kids
To sit still and wait for a long while”
I told her not to fret
Because how could I be upset
At doing the work most worthwhile in life
And when my mother grows old
She’ll have my hand to hold
Still smooth and strong
I’ll paint my mother’s nails
My girls will tell her where I’ve gone
Twirl their fingers around pigtails
Mother’s wrinkles map out trails
I’ll brush her hair and hold her frail
Sweet soft frame in my embrace
Because my mother’s love
Has brought down blessings from above
Taught me patience peace and grace.
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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