For my Mother….

I sit with you trying to understand garbled words and unintelligible sentences

it is out of respect that I uncomfortably watch you disappear

there is no respect in death or dying

it is a dismantling of body and mind

I hate this and prefer to be anywhere but here

this isn’t my mother…… this is the erasing of someone I once knew

Rather then listen to the flack of family members I concede and weather the uncomfortable experience of watching the winds of time wear away the last recognizable remnants of the last person I have spent more time with than any other  …..alive

that page is not going without a fight and I have conflicting thoughts gravitating from pushing to pulling that last page in this chapter in my life

and the last in hers

I may revisit these times in the future but I won’t seek them out

🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍❤️

almost david ……. the prodigal son