I remember your last days,
your fading smile, your quieter ways,
Eyes met in a farewell between mother
and daughter. Tears held inside.
I remember the matching dresses
you made, the vacation at the ocean,
You taught me to swim.
I remember our laughter in a motel exercise room,
and looking at the southern full moon.
Memory's flow as the winds blow through the autumn tree,s
I may not have known all that you went through,
It has brought me closer to you.  time is the distance
between You and Me

poem written and revised
by Deirdre  Stebbins
November 27th 2019
Fore Mom