My Mother

grizzled and confused,

let down by time

she wonders where it went

and how much might be left

no longer friends with time

since it’s betrayal

one minute dancing through all her tomorrows

and then

dropped into a backwater

with the current running out

her friends becoming fewer

her relatives falling away

the face in the mirror is a stranger

her mind begins to tangle itself in the long skein of her past

time is the enemy

stealing away your possibilities

and leaving you

finally

alone

drowning in the tide

 

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4 Comments

  1. ittymac said,

    April 9, 2014 at 10:34 pm

    I love the metaphor of ‘the long skein of life’. 😊

    • witchyluck said,

      April 15, 2014 at 6:12 pm

      thank you. The fact that it seems to be unraveling for her is why I chose it.

  2. Wendy Hoag said,

    April 11, 2014 at 12:29 am

    I am dreading this.


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