I'm actually killing this.
I haven't broken her.
She hasn't broken me.
I've worked out how to get mum to take a shower.
Even when she doesn't want to (which is always).
I know how to get her to eat.
Big lunch. Tiny dinner.
We bounce off each other, with ridiculous tales
Which to her may or may not be ridiculous.
It doesn't matter
We can just sit in silence.
And she now just seems to take it for granted.
That I'm here for her.
I hug her.
She hugs backs.
And while I feel the frailties of her body.
I can only feel the might of her love.
I feel no sadness.
Or in me.