Mother Ii

Mother doesn't remember it's her house Or the years we spent in it She doesn't remember what she ate, this morning When she's asked And sometimes, she gets mixed up with names When she calls us She thinks of relatives long gone Asking why they are not calling to see How we are doing It breaks my heart in silence As I must set a side my poetic ambition To take care of her But, as times flies, I watching everybody else Win awards when they are young I am resenting my choice But I must live with it until her end