Five Hundred Thousand

Five hundred Thousand
Half a million;
five days to count them
at a second apiece.

“No visitors allowed”
said the voice behind the desk
as if she appeared to be Medusa;
“But I’m her mother!”

Like it meant something;
She repeated the line
to astonishment and rage
contemplating in tears how to say good by.

And so she rushed to take a picture
her phone pointed through the glass
and glowing white machines
a vision of unbearable beauty

She would frame it later
printed and slightly wrinkled at the edges
for love persists
even in a world without touch.

She will take longer than a second
remembering her, one of the many;
a lifetime as she made her bed
and put her books away.

She had wanted to be an actress
playing Anne Frank in college
crying in rehearsal
over a tender monologue written for her friend.

Momma closed the door and locked it,
keeping the phone belonging to her daughter
watching the video of her performance
she recorded to show to her mother.
.

About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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1 Response to Five Hundred Thousand

  1. beetleypete says:

    Powerful stuff, Frank. Stirs the emotions indeed.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 2 people

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