Mom is Moving Out
Mom loves geology and still shares stories,
but her rock collection is missing
with only a bare spot remaining
on her dusty table.
Bright squares of wall paper
shine on her faded walls where pictures once hung.
And even though she usually forgets,
occasionally she smiles at their mention.
Mom is more than her losses.
Hell, she lost her hearing at 50
but her laughter is still a song
which resonates on her now, unused piano.
Mom is happily moving out.
Her CAT scan today made that clear:
with brain atrophy and old infarcts
and today’s hematoma just taking a bit more.
Mom has been ready to move out for a few years now.
We are more sad than she,
But we have all left things behind
still happy for the times we have had.
— Sabio Lantz, December 2016
Prompt: For Open-Mike on D’Verse Poets Pub. Today or tomorrow, my sweetheart’s mother will be peacefully passing. I wrote this poem about three weeks ago when the signs were clear. My dearest is with her fine mother just now, in another city – so I post this loving thoughts of them both.