Remember

Remember



She sat uneasily in the confines of the chair.

The metal guardrails brought feelings of confinement and condemnation.

There was something that she was looking for.  A seashell at the beach, when she was five years old.

Words to her favorite song.

The  familiar face of an old friend.

The soft fabric of cashmere against worn skin.

" It's dinner time, " they tell me.  A tide of thoughts draw me inward.

Look at the lovely metal spoons and forks.

What do you do with them? 

Where is my Mother?

What am I supposed to do, now?

I am afraid that  I can't remember!