It has been a while since I’ve posted a piece but spending time with my Mom during her recent visit inspired me to share this piece. Mom bravely fights on the “battle of the mind” and I am so proud of her, my “Super Woman”.
Frosted Glass (6-7-12)
I see you but I don’t know you
a familiar face yet I can’t recall where we’ve met
Can you help me? Where do I find the answers?
your faces hold blank clues – can’t connect the dots
blurred images before me
I’m trapped in the maze of my mind – trying to get back to my beginning
scraps of random memories – insufficient space
memories like dandelions in the wind
I don’t belong here – yet I don’t remember my way home
one day at a time . . . I take the journey back as the fog begins to lift.
She refuses to go into that quiet night. Keep fighting ! !
