Groundhog Day 2010
When your mother doesn't know you anymore,
It's a problematic time, not like before –
For hassles in our teens,
(Breaking loose by any means)
Is set to right, and balanced out, spite in between.She knew me – hailed across the hall tonight;
Joked around, a bit confused, but it was night
When most confused she is,
As such visitation is;
Then she asked about my full name – what it is.I guess I knew the day would come at last
When that too we’d take and carry like a glass
Of memory for her
As she slips into a blur
Being gentle as we can – not frighten her.So vulnerable I saw her there this eve,
As I bid farewell, got up to take my leave –
“Do I wait here in this chair
For your coming back to here?
Show me on the clock, so I can see it there.”Well, it's calendar-ic days not clock-ish time,
When I will return for churchly hours sublime –
“I will deal with that, I said,
While you rest your weary head
And come back to meet you here, just like I said”.Tears come rushing to my eyes as I look back
On feeling-loaded evening – wife I lack –
Telephone is good I guess –
Through her presence I am blessed –
It's a journey, drawn-out journey – I confess.Well, there, mother dear we'll laugh and joke each day
As we walk with you these final miles of way;
As you walked with us in past,
Baby steps, (we walked not fast)
And we'll do our best to ease you here at last.navigation