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Consuelo Garcia, Please Stop

Jim Pascual Agustin


Consuelo Garcia, please stop inviting my mother

to join you for a walk. She can barely shift

her weight in the chair or on the bed.


There are strangers who keep entering

her room uninvited, not uttering

a word to her, just standing around.

She shoos them away, desperately


asking them to leave her alone.

There are even unknown children

who climb into her bed, sitting

and staring at her. I don’t know how


she sees them when cataracts

have clouded her eyes for years now.

I’m not there to soothe

my mother’s fears.


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 3 May 2022


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