Umbilicus

Umbilicus technicalis

I'm still tethered by
an umbilical cord, of sorts.
Made not of blood, tissue,
cells....
but of cell phone, air waves,
technology.
It ties me just as certainly
to my mother
as ever did my
birth umbilicus. I
wait, to hear word
from doctors, nurses,
family
Of health.

I cannot stand the
thought of cutting
the cord, so
I leave numbers,...
stretching the cord into
further realms of
technology.
Someday, I know
the cord will
be cut. But not yet,
Not Yet.

Copyright: M. Anna Hanson
4 January 1999

Watching Mom

How are you doing, Mom?
Are you in there? Are
you still
enjoying your life?

I wonder, as I look
at you now;
your blue eyes gazing
at the ceiling,
now and then
meeting mine.

But more often
just gazing ahead.
What sort of
thoughts are you
thinking now?
Do you know who
I am?

Is it still worth it?
To Live?

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