Memory of My Mother

In My home I had room For my mother, I told her often to come, stay with me. She would say, wait, I’ll come when the time comes, Let me finish Work at hand, Won’t take Long. I Waited, Time to her Did never come, She went to another home beyond time. She told me to wait, didn’t come to me, To live with her In new home I now Wait. October 22, 2017. Form : Tetractys