Still life, Still live, Still eyes « Back

On learning my mom has Lou Gehrig’s disease.

Mom soon will sit still
like a still life painting.
She puts apricots and cream
in a bowl and eats slowly,
chewing carefully while she can.
Soon she will sit in a chair
not moving but her mind will buzz
buzz like bees in the apricot trees.
Still life.
Still live.
Still eyes.