My unthinking Mom,
Mom
Her memory fades,
Into the recesses of this moment,
Unaware of what has already occurred,
Or the plans waiting for her.
Not a trace left,
Of her compulsive ways.
She looks up and marvels at the busy pelicans,
That she would not have noticed,
Even one year ago.
She looks right into my eyes,
And says,
"I love you Judy, so beautiful”.
Her unconditional smile beams at me,
And then she bursts into song,
Doris Day step aside,
Make room for Dolores,
The unthinking true lover,
Of this only precious moment.
Each day,
An entirely new life,
That has nothing to do with,
Where she has been
where she is going ,
Nothing to do with,
Where I have been,
Or where I am going.
Her love,
Now,
The precious gift.
We sit together,
On the precipice of her fading memory,
And She grips my hand so tightly,
Letting me know,
Her awareness,
That it won’t be long.
My heart breaks,