Presence is all
To My Mother
As I watch you moving nearer to memory
My need to know you mushrooms
Some days quite out of control
You drift away from the landscape we shared
views we thought permanent – dull even
showing no sign of loss
amused at my attempts to focus your fuzzy past
shrugging at my prompts.
Where are the keys to open the vault
Where your past lies buried
Even to you
Or is your presence all you offer
Mine to accept
Without wanting more