Sonia sighed.
Sonia thought
Her mother died
Some time before;
Not fast or all of a sudden,
But slowly piece by piece,
Cell by cell,
So that it seemed to her
That some impostor sat
In her mother’s shell.
Gone the brilliance of mind,
The acute intellect,
The understanding voice,
Now some babbling,
Childlike dame
Had replaced the mother
That once she knew.
Loved her still,
Had patience
Against all odds,
Exchanged roles
And took the insults
And cursing words
That spat around her
As she watched and cared.
Odd how roles reverse;
Now she soft rebukes
Her mother for her
Four-letter curse.
Sonia sighed
As she mused
Her mother wasn’t dead
To her, just lost and confused.
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