published by Pittsburgh Post Gazette Saturday, February 5th 2011
Ruth bowls along the hallway,
two weeks past Christmas, bawls, off key,
"- red nosed reindeer, you'll go down in historee".
Jean pads behind in her wheelchair,
vacant gaze, her face lights up
when anyone greets her.
Aide Lauren's already enthroned
waits for her subjects in Wellspring's lounge,
center stage, a bottle of nail polish.
Clipping, filing, buffing,
Hot Pink , the color of the week,.
brush loaded, "pay attention!"
She draws enamel down each nail
"hold still till it dries!"
She gently imprisions each fluttering hand.
Flesh withered, muscles atrophied ,
minds deserting them, but manicures intact.
Released, butterfly fingernails flit and flirt.
In Memory...Dr. Richard Michaels...
I love the fleeting,frank and individual images in the poem. Bravo. Mary Klein
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