Watching her go

  Spending the weekend with my mother I observed and wrote...   

She's with you but she could be alone

she's thinking but there's nobody home

she notices but she doesn't really see

and I can't help but wonder what she will be.

She's quiet until the anger roars out

with confusion causing her more doubt

like the memories are just falling out

from that faucet with a leaky spout

She tells a story unaware

 searching for the words that are no longer there

filling the gaps with her made up slang

and stumbling for words that are left to hang

 how I wish we could stop the decline

go back in time when she was fine

instead I see its a radical sign

and this here is the bottom line.