The Lantern

A lantern to spill the flaming way Unmeshed milestones, flooded today You always record, a thousand things to say And now, as your wall-paper, their curling away I’ve left this lantern An encore to a siren, droning, beneath a factory of glass To the frowning, reading, repeating what they say While not knowing? Toe to heal: way my come A lantern to spill the flaming way Unmeshed milestones, flooded today You always record, a thousand things to say And now, within wall-paper, thoughts withering away... (This poem is dedicated to all the mothers we lost to alzheimers...)