Margot Brown


Even If

Family watched, warned, possibly
scorned my choice to remember 
you as you were — wheel chair roll —
slow, into the kitchen, grazing the wall —
light of dawn gracing the hall — 
a final kiss before my flight 
and yours.

Two weeks later they said 
I’d regret not being 
by the hospice bed 
in your living room —

but I thought 
maybe 
you could hear me say 

I love you 

even if  your cracked lips didn't
whisper back —

even if  you dreamed mine
was your mother’s call  —

even if  you thought 
you heard me bawl — though I might 
not have been there

I wasn’t.  I did.  
Margot's Biography is coming soon.