“I’ll take a look at it when I’m done with my wine.”
Mother is never done with her wine.
With a slow movement,
she twirls the glass,
takes one last sip
and opens a new bottle.
Mother likes to take her time,
drinking gin, drinking coffee,
reading her novels, cleaning the house.
She likes to keep busy.
Mother’s work is never done.
“Show it to me later.”
But later never comes.
Mother is too occupied.
Mother is too sad.
Mother is oblivious.