A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
By Judith Nolasso
October– it was cool, clear, and crisp…
the ﬁrst relief from oppressive, summer heat.
I opened the door so she could feel and smell the cool air.
She hated being closed-in — helpless and dependent –
held captive by a body that would no longer function,
held captive by something she didn’t understand.
She begged to be set free-
more for me than for herself.
Suddenly, I was the caregiver, she the child.
Nurturing in reverse-
but there would be no growth or celebration of life’s events.
Only a prayer and patience waiting for the last passage.
October — it was time for her to go, to ﬁnally be free.
I held her close and thanked her for being my mother.
I kissed her cheek, told her I loved her and said good-bye.