Meanwhile, my mother
Waiting for what?
I don't know...
The recall of a favourite memory
Or perhaps for a painful one to go?
She doesn't let that much show

Meanwhile, above her head
All my monologues flows
"What's that you're saying, dear?"
Wading through time like it's treacle
Her eyes looking into mine although
She won't even notice me go

In the meantime I pack her things up
And get them ready to store;
In between times I take a good look around
For we'll not be visiting here much more

Meanwhile, my mother
Distance encamped in her eyes
Not quite oblivious but
Close to a state of inertia
In which she won't even realise
How everything's passing her by
Meanwhile, my mother
Lost in a world of her own
Turns to look out of the window
Down to the verdant earth below
Some journeys we make alone
Somehow we'll leave all we've known

Meanwhile, my mother
Waiting for what?
Time to go