David Barbare

The Day Mother Died

Mother drapes her arm
across her face.
Opens her blue eyes
one last time
as if to say goodbye. I leave
the hospital. My
wife holding her hand
tells me to say I
love you in the phone.—

Danny P. Barbare resides in Greenville, SC. He loves to travel to the Blue Ridge especially in autumn when the leaves are colorful and apples are ripe. His award winning poetry has appeared nationally and abroad. He works a menial job as a janitor that helps keep him humble, an honest dollar.

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