Trembling Hands

Trembling hand pours the coffee into the cup
She concentrates hard to do it right, not to spill
More teeth are missing, only one left. It is brown
Cigarette smoke is lingering in the kitchen air
I am watching her, softly
How was the flight honey, she ask
She coughs
long and deep, I can hear her lungs
Deteriorated body, so small
Fine... over twenty hours, I mostly slept, I say, lying
It is difficult to speak, I'm choking on my breath
Wine stains on the kitchen table, many, different reds
She pours coffee into her cup
Is she going to spill
I want to grab the pot away from her, pour it myself
I want to hug her, kiss her, tell her that I love her
Instead, I am still, I am quiet
I pretend with her, not to notice those trembling hands

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