in joining the poor and
dispossessed in downsizing
preparing to move to a senior
campus in cleaning out files
deciding what to toss I found
memories of when my eldest
moved to Bogotá and apparently
I don’t remember we corresponded
and I kept copies and on a certain
October twelfth Mom died and
by chance I had a correspondent
to tell about it in my own words
which I found working through
my files which I now find
dispassionate reserved removed
from emotion telling the facts the
events the calls the arrivals at her
hospital room as if her orbit and
mine did not overlap so much she
who raised us five kids who
gathered for the event she who
gave us such love sent us out into
the world did not cling did her
duty accomplished a great good
which finding of correspondence
gives understanding of how the
orbits of seniors overlap or fail to
those of their children
