A Visit With My Mother

A visit with my mother.. (She is frai now..almost fragile to the touch as I hold her,She stares out into the harbor,way beyond the harbor, mind not as sharp but still remembering,bits and pieces of the now and the then of her childhood days) Mom: ( whipering)rain is drizzling ,hope people take it easy... on the road,the road is slippery ..might skid.. don't want any accident.. Me: It's not that wet mom..I am sure the drivers are careful.. Mom: Where's..( forgets his name at times)Taj .. Me: it's Monday..he went to school.. Mom: oh !? Monday? ( Questioning look) losing track of the days( chuckles.. Continues..in a low shaky voice).." I count 1,2,3 boats in the harbor.. Me: not boats, those are ships.. Mom: Ships!?? ( Registering what I just said) Mom: ( still shaky) the poncianna trees are pretty.., red..and the coconuts are...small.. Me: yes they are small ,but have a lot of water in them.. Mom: Where's Taj( looking at me quizzically..her eyes not as bright as they once were) Me: he's at school , today is Monday.. Mom: yes, Monday.. ( Each sentence ,a new conversation) Mom: the rain is drizzling,I hope people take it easy on the road,it's slippery . Me: it's not falling heavy .. ( Still looking out into the harbor) Mom: ( softly, almost a whisper) I can see 1,2,3 boats out in the harbor.. Me: ( sigh) not boats mom, those are ships. Mom: ships!? Me: yes mom ,those are ships.. Mom: the poncianna trees are pretty this time of year, pretty red.. Me: yes they are.. Mom: Where's Taj?? Me: it's Monday mom, he is at school.... ( Her eyes resumes looking out into the harbor ,way beyond the harbor...) .