Waking with good guess
and those were happier days,
Mother and Daughter
Waking with good guess
and those were happier days,
Mother and Daughter
Can I find the time?
My loved one has dementia,
there is only, now.
Sift through the ashes
red hot diamonds in my hand
what you left behind
Standing by your grave
trying to etell you goodbye
wonder why you left
Every day you leave
a little bit at a time
your blue eyes faded
You are in a box
stored high in your son’s closet
can’t hurt anyone
Pizza hot and stringy
toppings slip to plate
revealing pizza guts
Lazy days so long
made just for boy and his dog
in solitude play
Labor day school starts
anticipation and fear
meet new friends and old