Memory Care Walk, 2004
in eighty-three years
she screamed at me just once:
it had become quite clear
she should no longer drive
i tried taking away her car keys
with tears on her cheeks, face flushed
"I'm the Mother ~ You're the Daughter!!"
my simple solution
move her from Missouri to Florida
and so it came to pass
caring for her my privilege
until she was no more
we were no more