POETRY
Mother’s Day
Bon Voyage, Mom…

Shriveled body Mostly bald With muscles gone She must be moved. Confined to bed She looks so…old.
Speech has waned… but the smile is retained, Welcoming all into her world of warm acceptance. The love in her deep blue eyes Tell that she sees and hears you As she always has
Though her memory fades and her future is short, Peace and joy reside where she lives still in the present moment.
She is soon gone but will remain forever… My mom.

I am Dawn Aegle, a content writer and transformation coach whose current role as my mother’s live-in caregiver is coming to a close. Meet me on Medium here.
