Bonne Nuit – A Poem by Vicki Murray

Dreaming – Nicolae Vermont

Poetry by Vicki Murray

Mother is dying. I go to her.
More than miles separate us.
Years of silence and misunderstanding.
I enter her room. Others leave.
Her speech is unintelligible.
I listen desperate to understand.
In a death garble, she anxiously speaks.
I answer her saying, “I understand,
I’m glad you told me. You did the best you could do.
You were a good mom. I love you”.
She understood what I said.
I was left with questions.
Her breathing slows.
Small baby like sighs.
Bonne nuit, dort bien

About the Poet

Vicki Murray lives full time in an RV searching for warm weather. She enjoys kayaking, hiking and walking barefoot in the grass. He hands stay messy doing mixed media art. At 70 she began writing poetry.

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