She was staring out the window

Not looking at anything in particular

The light was shining through her white hair

Giving her an angelic appearance

I wondered what she was thinking about

If her thoughts were like scrambled eggs

I wondered if she was still angry at me

I wondered if she remembered that she still loved me

Viewing her through the safety glass of a locked door

I was thankful for the separation

The barrier between her and me

The deep sadness struck me in the gut like a sharp punch

I could taste the poignancy of the moment

That picture that is burned in my memory

Like a tattoo that does not fade over time

That far away look and drifting away is what happens when someone’s brain is failing them

That brain is my Mom’s, but it doesn’t belong to her anymore