Carl Palmer





Her New Room


The house was small

where she raised her five children,

but not as small as her new room.


She lived in her house fifty-two years,

but only for a couple of months now

in her new room.


She loomed large in her small house,

yet now seems so tiny

in the corner of her new room.


Her house held the aroma of flower sachet

with smells of delicious wonderment

flowing warmly from her kitchen.


Her new room has the reek of medicine

with an underlying odor

of pine oil disinfectant.


She seemed to know everyone

wherever she went

and everyone knew her.


Today she needed to be reminded

of her daughter’s name

as Judy sat there holding her mother’s hand.


Waiting in her new room

she asks once more

if it’s time to go back home.