Mother
Posted on Jan 12th, 2008
by
Leo
My dear sweet Mother.
Wednesday 23 4 08 Walked into a ladder in the dark of night, falling to gash your fore arm open and land on your chesh bruising vulnerable parts, diaphram in particular. After that to escape the clutches of confinement at our local hospital,
anxious at being admitted and eager to be discharged,
Prematurely, I think, being discharged Fri 25th, my having said "You are going no where mother", and proving me wrong.
Mom, youre doing great. Hooked up to oxygen, methodicly going through each day, committing appropriate attention to detail, stickler for the rules, allowing comfort second place. People like you arent born any more.
Wednesday 23 4 08 Walked into a ladder in the dark of night, falling to gash your fore arm open and land on your chesh bruising vulnerable parts, diaphram in particular. After that to escape the clutches of confinement at our local hospital,
anxious at being admitted and eager to be discharged,
Prematurely, I think, being discharged Fri 25th, my having said "You are going no where mother", and proving me wrong.
Mom, youre doing great. Hooked up to oxygen, methodicly going through each day, committing appropriate attention to detail, stickler for the rules, allowing comfort second place. People like you arent born any more.

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