staring into puddles

missing my mom

photography "puddle roulette" #janathon #day27

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

it's played more than 10,000 times

on the movie screen of my mind

the last hours i spent with you

the sun was melting the concrete outside

but where i sat ice fell from my thoughts

i wanted to tell you everything would be okay

but i knew it wouldn't be

not ever again

you'd been slowly creeping away

for many months

the bills your body was sending

cost more than your soul could pay

voices of summer soon turned to fall

and as you changed

so did i

why can't i remember you as my vibrant mommy?

tonight i saw it all again

because the worst in life 

somehow squeezes it way into memories

i guess that's why

i find myself staring into puddles

thinking my image left this earth 

the day you did

Reviews

[AYVID N]

Reading your words, I am compelled to think of how profoundly one changes as age and ill-health eat away the body. This poem takes me to my own time with my dad who changed from a brilliant surgeon to a senseless, incoherent, terminal case in those last few days.
I also with extreme sadness relate your words to the metaphorical death of relationships...
Written beautifully as always, dear Lydi...

[Lydia Shutter]

So sorry you had to watch your dad go through this. I don't think a child every gets over seeing a parent wither away. I so appreciate your lovely review. Lydi**

[AYVID N]

You are most welcome, dear Lydi.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the metaphor of the body's bills is exceptional...and you know i relate to this one so much....
twofold....beautifully sad...
i stare into the same puddles...and think they might just be mirror images of tears.
j..

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, I know you do relate....and that's sad too. Thanks so much, Jacob. Lydi**