in 77 years, she had
so many different names
her husband and friends
called her Lo,
& we 3 called her Mom
& when she forgot
she was a mother
& that she had a nickname once
when she started calling
me “Mother,”
I called her
what my grandmother called her–
Lois,
because she would answer.
A short song of a lady who struggled to remember and a loving daughter who remembers that struggle and a love that defies transition. Susan, you must remember but you must now go beyond!
Yes, you are too right–I was going to write it out in 10 poems, but perhaps I have finished early, as I now think I have said all I can 🙂
By the way, missed your comments–welcome back to electronic poetry-land 🙂