My mother’s brain all a jumble
Or, finally clear at last?
Sacred thin veils that
Part into liminal space
What isn’t needed has fallen away
She nows see the true colors
Of everything
Visitors from beyond come frequently
To bear witness to my mother
Her memories, joys, fears and sorrows
What does this child do?
Dive with her into the deep blue sea
Swimming with the fish and mammals
And plants, while feeling safe
Inside and out?
Play quietly, listening to her stories
About who visited last night
Who honored her with a party?
Why don’t I know about the little house
She wants me to sell, why don’t I
Have the deed? “What house?” I ask
My father once dead, lives again
Sleeping with her nightly
She shook with sobs when he died once more
The next day, he was alive, Praise Be!
I rise up as often as I can to see her
Never knowing what will greet me as I enter
The light flows in, such an airy space
Dream images of dinners with deceased friends
And family, dance in front of our eyes
I am blessed to see my mother in this
New and amazing space, though troubling
At first, now delightful some of the time
Watching her interact with loved ones who
Celebrate her life while she still lives
She feels them next to her even when
Geographically apart
So many people in this open room
One day, I may also visit her
After her passing as she wanders
Into my brain tangles and heart space
Knowing she still lives beside me
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