We sit here together, my Mom and I
This sweet little lady with a twinkle in her eye
“How is your sandwich?” “How are your fries?”
This is the depth of our conversation
For you see,
my Mom as I once knew her
is now lost to me.
“Remember this, remember that”
“No, I don’t” is her reply
Come, walk with me and take my hand
Together we’ll face this unknown land
Where you now walk and I
Must stand and watch.
© Lynne Polec
8 Jan 2008
for my beautiful mother
19 November 1916
