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In the ebbing sorrow of a setting sun

the muted melody of life's music

masks a faded memory.

She no longer remembers my name.

Motionless and still,

she sits - trance-like,

staring at glowing embers

in a fire that no longer burns.

Sometimes, a wistful smile appears.

Life’s diary lost,

her chronicle of years mislaid,

she dredges deep;

casting nets

for memories

drowned in time.

Darkness speaks a distant tongue.

She calls my name.

For a moment

her broken mind

is whole again.


it is my turn to remember.

The joy of my mother's unbroken mind.

Former Philly resident turned Irish schoolteacher, honing writing skills on Fanstory. Now, a novelist with "Irish Eyes" debut. 📚🍀