BEAUTIFUL AGE what we never SEE, even though we are looking

Ongoing

An ode to my mother.

I feel life is going by so quickly and my love for her grows with gratitude and a quiet desperation. We live together now and my mother has developed Vascular Dementia. Sensing her departure is near, I imagine this house without her and feel a lamenting, lilting sway of sadness.

Her gaze, that was once something intensely quiescent and readily available, is becoming increasingly distant. We are both feeling the defeat of time and I aim to reveal a soul that is warrior-like and ageless, and yet not timeless.

This journey is heart breaking.