In the ebbing sorrow of a setting sun
the muted melody of life's music
masks a faded memory.
She no longer remembers my name.
Motionless and still,
she sits - trance-like,
staring at glowing embers
in a fire that no longer burns.
Sometimes, a wistful smile appears.
Life’s diary lost,
her chronicle of years mislaid,
she dredges deep;
drowned in time.
Darkness speaks a distant tongue.
She calls my name.
For a moment
her broken mind
is whole again.
it is my turn to remember.
The joy of my mother's unbroken mind.