Our roles changed
when mother became ill.
When she lost her memory
at the ripe old age of 90.

I  Became more adult and she child.
I became caretaker and she recipient.

We both became appreciative for one,
More she of me unlike past.
We both enjoyed the simple things,
like ice cream and music.
walking unaided and warm breeze.
And of course our endearing
smiles
between
two
Grateful souls.