this may happen

that your mother,steel of will,elder,aged

declines amnesiac into Alzheimer

and you are left to care for her

while she still sees you as a child

She resists attempts to care as control

She sees you as less than her(in her prime

maybe she once was-like a ship that has seen better days

You are now her only harbor.She will never sail 

Her masts are broken .Rust has claimed her.

She is now child to you (her new mother

Puzzled by this change /conflicted status

you seek to clarify a new relationship

but she can only ever be Imperial,not Metric

The measure of her treasure antique

Most of her memories in storage

You speak -she may not recognize ye

You listen-mumbling old stories.Repeats.

Decline and fall of Empire a puzzling this

is the one who brought you in to this world

as she is leaving,you ponder what you will be like

when age has claimed the brain in you/and left

a blank and empty canvas to paint upon

Will you be the empty box?or frame?

Will you carry on the family name?

Or will you learn from mother /not to trust another

with your last lost breaths /your impending emptiness?