Remember

Stream of consciousness, memory

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!