I remember days of such closeness,
when I could talk to you about anything.
You were my best friend.
The one I could trust above all others.
You always told it to me straight,
never mincing words,
but always being kind.
The message was always delivered
You always knew,
even without me saying,
when something was wrong.
As I got older I kept my troubles to myself,
telling you only after the fact,
never wishing you to worry.
But now when I need your words most,
when I need the comfort that only a mother can bring,
you are drifting away from me,
your memory fading
your grasp on the here and now
and no matter how fast or hard I paddle
I cannot get any closer to you.
The fog is settling upon the water
and you are disappearing from view.
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