I took you to see your doctor hospital on the hill oh mother I heard you ask him when do you want to see me again and he said well you don't need to come see me anymore unless you want to of course how could he not tell her how could he not say Bettye your body is dying so the job was mine well I knew it would be and already was but doctor doctor what of this white room kindness I thought I heard her eyes blink don't I need to see you in a few weeks she asked no Bettye I don't think so oh darling mother your star blue eyes your body now ninety pounds still you think you will make it but you are my child now and where you will make it is where you are going and that is not down Placer Street Hill on your bicycle anymore
© 1996, 1998, 2004 Leslye Layne Russell
This poem was published in
Portfolio North in 2004,
the June 1998 issue of One Dog Press,
and the June 1996 issue of Minotaur.