I look at you and wonder
Who you see
I watch the worry in your eyes and
Pray you see the one that you desire.
Your mind is somewhere I can’t be
Your body’s here but you don’t care
I smooth your brow and make you smile
But truly, I’m not sure who you are.
Once my mom, once a wife
Once a sister, daughter, friend
Now between the here and there
Caught between what was and now is not.
I want to help but you push away
Angry at me and them and the reality
Of your lack of power and lack of fun
When once you played with such abandon.
Six great grandchildren share your genes
Four grandchildren visit with shuddering care
Two children smooth your brow if we dare
But you stop us with an anxious frown.
Life ends not so much with a bang
And no whimpering allowed in or around
Your circle as it weaves in and out
between the bewildering here and the almost there.