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...)
Categories:
unmeshed, loss, mother,
Form: Free verse