the real

the mother in the waiting room
sinking
depressed feeling,
with three kids
two thin, one otherwise.
purple bags under her
eyes.
watching the television
like she cares,
because she does
and that's the sad part.
the part that brings it together and makes
me sad.
more than thinking of the youth
gone
of the dying man next to me
as he watched the children.
she's just
sitting in that waiting room
with her purple eyes
and her kids
looking up at the television
at the singers and
future stars
the young and the talented
the already rich
and famous.
in the boxed room,
but in a box regardless
to wherever she is placed.
pony tail and blue jeans
blackberry
the prepackaged, preprepared food
in the oven at home.
falling into everything,
stuck in that puzzle she was meant to fit
into.