Dave Wright Writes

  The Globe Lamp by Dave Wright Mother used every ounce of her fading strength to fling the antique globe lamp against the fireplace. Every resident who had been gazing at the window with the bird feeder twisted in their wheelchairs. The smell of a fresh bowel movement overpowered the background odor of Lysol spray. The head nurse rushed into the room. “Martha, dear. What have you done now?” Mother addressed the nurse with a blank stare. The nurse wrapped her arm around Mother’s shoulders. “We can’t have you throwing furniture around the room. You might hurt someone…or yourself. Let’s get you back to your room.” The nurse turned to me. “If she does this again, she won’t be able to stay at Heritage Home. We’ll have to move her to a unit designed for violent residents.” “It’s okay,” I said. “I don’t think it will happen again.” “What do you suppose got into her now?” the nurse asked as she guided Mother next to me and pulled a broom from a nearby closet. “I thought that la