Words dance on my lips, and flit away
As I seek to catch them, wondering if I may
Be allowed to express them, seeking to understand
Words that hover on the fringes, footprints in the sand.
As I remember the years gone by, just about two
I wonder what had happened, my apparent waterloo
A watershed, a marking, an etching in stone
A burden too heavy for a time to bemoan.
Now I turn back and look…nothing in sight
A mirage, a feeling, an experience, a soaring kite
Searching for images, few come to mind
Fewer than before, and of a different kind.
Memories? I can scarce bring to mind
Vividness of colour and clarity rescind
I struggle to hear the haunting melody of voice
Lost in the cacophony of daily noise.
Fading memories, yet sustaining love
A never ending well, a strong hull
Mellower and deeper, a feeling that’s within
A soulful communion with my mother within.
- - Ann Joseph
(written in loving memory of my mother, this second year of remembrance)