Po Po

it's been a morbid look at mortality for me
i guess it is one of popo's many gifts to me
growing up, i've learnt many lessons through her
mostly just by being around her
this time is no different

she held my hand
i swore she knew i was there
she slept, but didn't want to let go
when finally i left
she couldn't remember i was there when mom asked

in a day
i experienced the fleeting impermanence of life
we can choose to think it never happened, because she didn't remember
or we can choose to think that she did, at that moment.

i choose the latter
and i choose to help her live that moment as often as i can