Time

My mom is at home on hospice care.  Her independence has been dealt a blow. Dementia reared its ugly head but, she forges on. At times she drifts.

in talks with long gone kin

peers across dimension

without much intension

a slip in time..

Pat

2/22/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where it is quadrille night. Our host asks us to write a 44 word poem with the use of the word “go”. I used “gone”.

To read or join in go here https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/22/goinggoinggone-poeming/

#Wordless Wednesday

Winter Sundown in Brooklyn, New York. It’s the end of the day and the surge is on to get home

Pat R

3/11/20

I am tagging along for the first time over at Frank’s blog  “Dutch goes the Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge” where the prompt is : – Scale