For my mother

In this hour I find you, no not you. You had a smile that danced behind your eyes and now there is only the stare of milky unknowing. I hear you say "hi sweety" these words that fall from your lips with a empty sound, you dont know really. You are not you. You were someone who laughed with a full heart and quickly retorted at every chance, now you stare, when your eyes do open into the nothing that is behind me. The dead count you among them in the clearing, they beckon come take your place among them and be you.