My Mother’s Eyes

She is in and out of consciousness

As she lays motionless, adrift in her bed

Her eyes in perfect focus.

As her children crowd her room

One by one they prey on her consciousness

Looking for the impossible

But knowing that she is suspended

In a galaxy beyond their reach.

“Mother”, they repeat in a soft whisper,

“Do you know who we are?”

But their question hangs stagnant in the air

Her eyes maintain their focus

As she breaks into a soft song.

They search the faces of each other

Not knowing what to think.

Copyright © 2008 by S. G. Ware