As my mother lay dying
I sat beside her for
Five days and five nights.
I fed her as she must have fed me
When I was a child .
I often would bend my head
To listen to her word fragments
And sentence crumbs.
The third day they put a tube
Into her nose and I was deprived
Of the feeding I loved.
Still, her eyes and the look in them
Seemed to reassure communication
She seemed like an answer
To the unuttered cry of my soul.