My mother was goneby the age I am
messages
she might have shared
are nowhere found
there’s no lead
to follow
no clues to see
she didn’t go here
it’s all new to me
I write my life
by first-hand view
no warning words
no clearcut signs
an unmarked path.
Still,
I want to ask.
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I love the watercolor and your poetic words about mother. I am dealing with the stresses of making sure my mother who is 82 is safe in her independent enviroment.A reality for many of us.
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