A solemn stare at wall
An old rocking chair slowed in time.
A sad smile trying to find words trapped inside a 91-year-old woman.

All part of a soul aging.

A mother clinging to shadows of a familiar face without a name.
The smell of old age taking over senses.
A mother turned child and child parent.

All part of a long life unwinding.

A mind no longer able to give mothering advice once had.
Eyes that speak of loneliness wanting to go home without knowing where home is.
And unbalanced feet trying to walk

All part of a child's challenge. All part of the word dementia.

Wish I could freeze a drizzel
as raindrops connect to puddle.
Its little ripples disappear so fast.

Some never reaching the lake
as mouth is opensed
and tongue is perched.

a step
just missing an ant,
I could sense it smiling.