the slow crawl home

i knew

my mother was losing it

when

she began

the next part

of the conversation with

what she just

finished saying.

at first

it was annoying, and i'd

tell her

that she just

told me that.

but as the days and weeks

went by,

i got it.

i let her ramble and ramble

happy just

to hear her voice,

asking

if Sunay at five was good

for dinner.

and me saying

yes, of course it is

for the second or third time.