Consolation in time of trouble or worry.
Solace.
At the end
my mother, Lillian,
could not be comforted.
She’d turned to stone
blocked the possibility of solace.
In the last hours
Mom lay on her hospital bed
close enough to touch
unreachable by love.
I had a difficult relationship with Lillian
yet
see elements of her in myself
wonder if I’ve lost MY ability
to be comforted.
These are grindstone times.
I must
stay cool
let myself be comforted.
I’m too young
to turn to stone.
