bedside mannerA Poem by freelancejouster
stooped back, knobby knees, liver spot-plagued skin.
whispy white hair and outstretched, crooked fingers, a smile of seven teeth.
you take her hand, with a little disdain, but momma always told you to respect your elders.
so you sit there, smiling, a condescending idiot, as you tell her how lovely she looks.
have you brushed your hairs today?
and her deep-lined face, contorts in a smile, and a strand of drool slides out.
she opens her mouth to tell you something important, but all that's heard is rasping.
you lean closer at her command and with her shriveled lips at your ear, you understand what she's been trying to say.
"you idiot."
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