It's About Time

My mother lost her vision

standing in her kitchen

feeling the hands of a clock she couldn't see right in front of her face

and waiting - till it said 5:30 a.m.

 

before she dared call anyone for help

 

 

She said this was a turning point for her

realizing the importance of putting herself first

Taking care of her needs. Extreme, no?

Lucky, though.

 

 

I asked her how she felt-feeling the wall, grasping those tiny hands and hoping this was a side affect of the medication.

I told her I would be terrified.

I ask her "When was the last time you were afraid?"

she says she can't remember.

 

I tell her "I was afraid to write in my notebook today, thought it was foolish and someone might see"

She can't remember the last time she was afraid? Single mother left alone to raise 2 kids, no support?

Is fear a luxury only I horde???

I'd trade it for the opportunity of feeling the hands and to know what time it is,

If I thought it might forego inconvenience to the family