I won't tell you about the moment that I was born
I will, however, say that I have two problems
my mother wants me to go with her and watch the
first moon landing
two, the first moon landing was in 1969
last week, we went out to get frozen yogurt
she remembered her usual order, vanilla bean
with coconut and blueberries, perfectly
she loved playing classical music
it's a progressive art to the ears
build to last
fragile and unforgettable
she started to forget counting backwards from 10
it's around this time of the year that I find
myself observing every everyday folk, the
troubadours, waitresses, dreamers, and artists
maybe find out the reason why most
teenagers color their nails black
maybe pick a conversation
with my mother whose brain is
dipped in Alzheimer's disease
I feed, befriend and
walk hand in hand with her
delicate trust in me
we build a friendship under multiple
first impressions and various frustrations
people are walking by under the wintry weather
they all love strolls around the central plaza
we go sometimes, almost all the time around 4:00
I'm glad she hasn't forgotten that today
but she called me lady instead of my name
I have no name
but we had a good talk
it's a tough crossroads kind of situation
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