Summer Is Disappearing

I weep against the window,

my tears the rain of

forgotten memories.

Who am I?

Is this yesterday

that peeks through

the fog drifting

among my thoughts?

Just now I saw my mother

standing among the roses.

She never liked cut flowers.

They reminded her of death

with their wilting petals.

Mother is gone isn’t she?

You told me I remembered

that only this morning.

The nurse wants me

to take another pill

to calm me.

Won’t death be enough

time to spend emotionless?

My husband tells me it is summer,

the time of picnics, swimming,

and long moonlit drives

with the car windows rolled down.

My little girls love summer.

They beg to lie on a blanket

in the backyard to count the stars.

I am so cold. When will winter end?

I tire of snow covering the sidewalks.

There is a nice man standing next to me.

Perhaps I should ask him his name.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

dVerse ~ Poets Pub

In Summer-y; Dog Days/Zucchini/Poetics
This is not what most people would expect
from a prompt that asks to write about summer.
My mother had Alzheimer's and I visit the topic
periodically in my poetry. It is something that will
touch everyone at some point either through a family member,
a friend, or personally. I have included a link to the
Alzheimer's Association