We came home.
She got sick overnight
over an hour
over a minute.
Over a dinner table conversation
Over a “i think we need to talk.”
I felt nothing.
We came home
She got sick
I felt my mother turning into
something more like a child
that needed to be tiptoed around
because she could no longer feel the sun
or the salt that was from anywhere but her eyes.
Leaving me to try to make shift something as wonderful as the sunlight