Mom tucks her toes under the comforter.
It is warm for November, but her feet are cold.
Another day tired out too early.
On the CD player, Glenn Yarbrough is singing
“Come Share My Life.”
“CSML” is engraved in Dad’s wedding band.
Under the comforter, Mom’s toes sway to the music.
She is young, beautiful, healthy.
Dad pokes his head in the doorway,
“Can I get you anything, Love?”
“No,” Mom says. She has everything she needs.