Mother

 

 Among the sweet thing I'll remember of the past year

my mother has spent in the Special Care Unit

is how she notices when I arrive wearing lipstick...

Her eyes fasten on my lips and she points to her own.

She struggles to put words to her request,

but it is clear that she wants to wear some herself.

After I apply it, I hand her a Kleenex to blot.

Then I get out my phone and show her how good she looks

via my phone's camera.
She poses -- seeing herself as in a mirror.

She is pleased.
I touch the screen and capture the picture,

and I couldn't be happier....