two calendars two clocks one for the bedside one for the wall
quilt and favoured pillow one petite eletric recliner
assorted toiletries, mostly pretty soaps
decorative pillows nine in all...
this is what we moved from place to place gathering up the fraying edges of a life unravelling moving her one rung closer to the divide
melancholy thoughts meloncholy thoughts
these are the small pieces of a life lived large and hard
tears gathered in linen as new friends are lost uncertain the path before sadness at the cause
brave hearted she is at yet more loss.... brave hearted she is at what lies before
we had cause... to move my mother, due to illness from her low assistance care facility to an high care pallitive centre...as she settled into the new room..she said ...only one more move now...