Wonton Soup
Today
at the Chinese restaurant,
I watched
my mother try to eat
Wonton soup.
I watched her hand tremble
and shake the clear broth
as if she were in an earthquake,
or on a boat being tossed about in a storm.
She looked like she was ninety,
not seventy two.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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