Bell

Bell
2002 by Bud Lemire

 
Here is a story I would like to tell
Of a man long ago, who answered to a bell
In a place he now lives, in his memories
Where the winter weather, made his hands freeze
 He watched over his Mother, he lived with her there
And they took in the moment, of a time they did share
She’d ring for him, in the middle of the night
He’d bring her some juice, when she turned on the light
 She spent much of her time, in front of the TV
The man who was with her, was her son, who was me
He cut her grapefruit, and got her insulin out every morning
And was told to go to bed earlier, but got away with just a warning
 Age had been rough on her, she could hardly walk
He would sit upon her bed, and they would love to talk
Ancestors whispered in his ear, saying it was time to go
So he traveled to a land, a place he did not know
 When he returned, she had been taken ill
When he closes his eyes, he can hear her still
Singing a song, that she knew so well
Music to his ears, like the ringing of that Bell

 For my Mom, who went through so much, and gave so much