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Poetry and Medicine
July 24/31, 2002

The Last of the Morningside Mothers

Author Affiliations
 

Poetry and Medicine Section Editor: Charlene Breedlove, Associate Editor.

JAMA. 2002;288(4):419. doi:10.1001/jama.288.4.419

Determined she should have another spring
we plotted early: yellow roses in January,
red camellias for Valentine's.
Soon after, daffodils bloomed.
We banked them like altar flowers.
Pink hyacinths fed her
when she no longer wanted biscuits.
And her stereo sang with the lilt of Irish tenors,
with Meet Me in Saint Louis, and Mozart.
Then a miracle: April changed places with March.
Dogwood stretched its blooms to her window.
Azaleas popped fuchsia and red.
Armfuls we carried in, leaving the door open
for balmy air that brought forth wisteria.
Pillows propped just right, she could see it
two fences over, long purples flashing.
Some we stole for the vase on her dresser.
Even with all this, nothing could save her.

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