In my memories, I am lost.

How do I remember who to trust?

What else is there? But storm;

Hot and cold, never warm.

How can I find it when it is gone?

Spring was brief, gone with dawn.

How do I remember such and such?

Pain in my body, much too much

Which is better, wine or vine?

Grapes are the soul of what becomes wine.

Where am I going to take a walk?

No one is there with whom to talk. 

Looking for a way to find supreme,

One day, I’ll wake up, and it’s all a dream.

Haloo

10/10/15

For Mom