My mother and I wear blue robes- cozy in winter.

I remember watching her feel her way- holding onto the bed

Smiling as she cornered her way around it- so old – so happy.

I am she. Old now myself…

Cornering my way back in the darkened room-

Where one leaves off the other begins.

I am she

It’s my grandmother’s birthday today

She died on Willow’s 20th birthday at the age of 100.

And when she died the coroner called my mother

To share the wonder of my grandmother’s

Joyous expression – I am she.