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?