Creations

Battered

The rocks
since the beginning

My 98-year-old mother
dying for over three years

And I
trying to protect her

Frothing

The swirling milky surface after each crash

Her agitation, her confusion 

My anticipation and the consequences of each call

Currents

The flow of the depths under the surface
slowly taking her out to sea
sustaining me 

© Tim Kochems (April 2024)

Before we last parted
I was sure I was full,
greater and more whole
than when we first met.
I was more
with you with me.

Since then, well,
I wasn’t aware of breaking
And I know I didn’t shatter,
but I am missing pieces 
carried off imperceptibly 
or lost
gradually or suddenly
missing:
me without you.

Now as we recollect
I remember
me with you
feel our reunion
of parts and pieces
again and again.

© Tim Kochems