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hands so soft

by Judy
November 18, 2012 

At the age of ninety-five my mother relaxed.

She let her hair that had always been colored

go white.

No longer relentlessly restless

She was content to lie in bed most of the day - doing absolutely nothing.

The "put on" smiles and faces for the public dropped.

"Relax," she said to me, "Relax."

Still beautiful, but now so quiet-

soft - still funny.

This mother who had always been larger than life - taking up so much space

shrunk...now small - sensitive - loud noises disturbed.

strong holds hurt.

Living in an inner world unbeknownst to me -

Who is this woman I've known all my life?

hands so soft

hands so soft.

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