Champagne Music
I slip the Lawrence Welk CD into the station and whisper, “Mom, our first sleep over.” Black and whites change with the notes on his accordion, shadows across toes exposed at the bottom of the bed. The nurse now finished returns the blanket, formalities charted under the watchful eye of the Franciscan cross hanging on the wall. An aide helps me move the recliner closer. A pajama party – I remembered to bring my own pillow.
light and bubbly
a respirator breathes
for both of us
• Tish Davis lives and writes in Oho and is a regular contributor to IS&T