Blue eyes scan my face as I open the door
Familiarity fills them,
She’s seen me before
At her chair by the window, I sit by her side
Leaning forward in whisper,
She starts to confide
“Do I know you?” she asks, and my heart races on
“Yes, Mom, it’s me—”
“I remember, my son.”
I give her the flowers that I bring every week,
Her favourite, I tell her
The lilies so sweet.
We talk and she asks how I’ve been since last time,
I smile and I lie to her,
She calls up lost memories of Benji and Claire,
My son’s laughing smile,
My wife’s plaited hair.
I tell her they’re well, that they’re happy, like me,
She doesn’t remember
The car; the tree.
At the end of my visit, I kiss her lined cheek
“I’ll see you again, Mom,
the same time next week.”
As I leave the nurse tell me that it’s been a good day,
I nod, time will tell
If the memory stays.