She lived and breathed and ate and drank.
She went to the shop. She went to the bank.
She drove around town. Bought a pair of glasses.
She went to the park, fed the doves among the grasses.
She cooked some food and poured some wine.
She set the table and sat down to dine.
She washed her clothes and then did the dishes.
I would have her do this thrice over if I was given three wishes.
I would have her get up from her bed and brush her teeth.
I would have her comb her hair and clean her feet.
Live a mundane day after another.
For she was my one and only mother.
She doesn't eat or sleep or buy any shades.
She doesn't go to the grocery nor does she pay the maid.
All she does is haunt me in my dreams.
This ring is the only piece of her left to me it seems.