I watched her for a while,
the lady with a babe in her arms.
With tender care she brushed back its hair,
and sweetly smiled into its face.
Gleaming eyes gaze into her past,
when she was whole.....
when she was a Mother.
But now in her last days,
her death days,
scooting slippered,
wheelchair feet
down forgotten halls,
lovingly holding her babe in a pink blanket.
Occasional drool drips on its plastic forehead,
crystalline blue eyes look into green glass,
searching for some signs of life.