Moment by Carol Gloor

Moment 

At the moment of my mother’s death

I am rinsing frozen chicken.

No vision, no rending

of the temple curtain, only

the soft give of meat.

I had not seen her in four days.

I thought her better,

and the hospital did not call,

so I am fresh from

an office Christmas party,

scotch on my breath

as I answer the phone.

And in one moment all my past acts

become irrevocable.

Carol Gloor

Although i found it only now, this piece of writing connects me back to the piece i did on my grandfather's funeral.Now that i think about it, it got too personal and maybe didnt allow for different entry points for the viewers and the viewers felt confused and taken aback. But thats just how it goes. will keep that in mind for the future.