Visiting Mary’s Mother

Visiting my wife's mother
Does she know?
Mary and I feed her. She opens her mouth 
      as she did to receive communion
 She eats only
      a few bites, 
               as usual.
Her eyes close. 
      A little nap.
Does she know?
She exchanges 
     a few words about a grandchild.
She mentions 
     her youngest daughter's visit this morning.
She almost always recognizes people.
But she is too tired 
     for another Christmas party in the Carolton dining room.
Does she know?
Does anyone know?
Does it matter?
Goodbye.

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