Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Fish And Ginger Tea

The wind chimes are blowing
and I am all alone.
I wish my mother were here
but I am alone
on my big white bed
with the window open
and the wind chimes blowing.
And I don’t know what to do.
I want to call her
but I can’t.
She isn’t there.
She is lost
in her world.
She is a child
drinking ginger tea
and making fish.
And I want to say,
“Mommy, mommy can you hear me?”
But I know she can’t.
Her smile is crooked as a broken bottle
and her eyes are flat and lifeless.
She is the small doll
I carried in my arms when I was little,
the one whose head bobbed from side to side.
She is barely here
and I am all alone.