Mom
with her head in her hands
on the toilet
not bothering
to close the door
trembling lips
grip a plastic tube…
she drags
each breath
up a steeper hill
minutes after
the breathing treatment
Mom falls asleep…
I leave without waking her
For Dancing with the Stars
the family room
with no hospital bed
or oxygen tank…
a realtor calls it
an open space
Footsteps 
I don’t usually read sequences because in general, I think they’re too long, but I’m glad I read yours. It was very touching and I really liked how you contrasted your mom’s life with watching Dancing With the Stars.
Thanks Susan, I appreciate it. I value your opinion a lot.