I wonder how

the ceiling looks

vacant chestnut eyes

staring up

what does she see

on the faded white tile

wringing the blankets

what play is taking place

above her bed

eyes shifting

lips mumbling

do the actors

follow her commands

do they notice her

hollow stare

are they acting

just for her

humming, humming

eyes now closed

do they frolic and dance

singing a gospel hymn

her lovely face

faded yet noble

abruptly softens

her fingers

so slim and elegant

direct the choir

toes tapping sheets

eyes misty

my pale hand links

to her dark fingers

in a quivering grip

we sigh

in hushed unison

a momentary repose

-by T Elizabeth

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