she didn’t want to forget but
she knew she had to forget
after the powerful dream
she had that night so
she pressed his memory
to her heart till it burst
into a million lights
like a dying star
and was no more
when I was a child I once watched you sleep.
you were napping on the couch after
a midday shower with a white towel
loosely wrapped about your body.
i’m not sure why I watched but something
about your even breathing, your moist skin,
and the simple gold chain with a cross that
lay in a straggle upon your chest made me
want to fix the scene in my mind,
so that one day i would remember being
11 years old watching my mother napping,
and witnessing the wonder of her breathing
and feeling a peacefulness I wished
would always be hers. today was that day.