Learning Reality

An old woman sitting alone
Rocking in her chair
Wondering if her children know she is alive
Is she alive?  She is not sure
Has it been days since anyone visited
Or was it this afternoon

She cannot remember clearly
Her thoughts don't make sense
Learned reality betrays her
Time once followed along in a straight line
But now it seems to be a ball of yarn

She is a young bride today
White roses in her hand
A veil across her smooth face
Hiding an excited smile

That time thread crosses over another
And now she is watching her son
Moving to his own house
Raising his own family

Another thread weaves through
And her wrinkled face stares through cloudy eyes
She sees an old woman in the mirror
Rocking alone in her wooden chair

Is time playing tricks on her
Is she losing grasp of reality
Or is she finally understanding
That time is for those with closed and focussed minds
To see time unwound would drive them mad

Will her son come to visit today, she wonders
Of course
She just has to find the right thread

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