My mother wanted to remember
and I want to remember
this particular conversation
which started out about disarray
of a problematic week and
took a journey to calm consideration
of life as it plays out.
And if her voice is rough, throat dry
and if memory slips in and out
well, so what? Here we are still
talking of past and mostly present
telling stories that mean something
lending support, encouragement
eye to eye, heart to heart.
What could be better than that?
Margaret Dubay Mikus
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine