Like ants crawling over a carcass
Or gulls swooping in for a morsel
Not in a colony or flock
Daughters on the edge
Unable to carry the weight of transition
The clinging to normalcy
The security in surroundings
Decision to dismiss
Mother dungeon bound.
Now death has that chapter ended
What lingers is the Denial Dance.
On the anniversary of my mom transported to a nursing home on the bad list. My mother was crushed. The decision created a hurricane of deceit and thievery; theirs to remember and justify.