Longevity

My mother cannot move

Her joints flexed are rotted corns

Hardened with stubbornness and crystallized pain

She is a mighty oak

Every branch exchanged sway with immobility 

Each embrace skeletonized love to closet ghosts

The price of living past her prime

Is shattering wind, erasing green hope

Her fatalism resembles gravity

Time fulness is her elongated death, a promise to me

“You will remember me when you too are here”