The time I have longed for
Has finally arrived
To have time with my Mother
In my childhood and youth
She had work
I had school then the teenage social life
There was never any time
For each other
Now, much time has past
And we are both older
My Mother lives with me
And she has the time
And I have some time too
But her hearing isn't what
It used to be
So the conversation isn't as deep as
It could be
Ode
To
Mom
Her seeing isn't as good
As it should be
It doesn't notice
What it use to
Her mind doesn't focus
As well on the present
She forgets I am an adult
And wants to treat me
As the child from the past
My Mother is with me
But not in the ways I
Missed in my childhood
I am looking
for the Mother of my youth
To relate to
In an adult way
But that is life
It seems
Things can never really be
As we would like them
Nor can we recapture
What was once lost
In a time past