She held my fathers hand for balance as we shuffled through the labyrinth
I walked behind them on carpets with inoffensive floral patterns
She says, "they treat me fine there's always activities and movies on Sundays before dinner time"
My father and I shorten our step size so she don't feel rushed take all the time you like
And it was raining and sunny at the same time
That's the sort of thing you only see in the Idaho spring time
Photo album on my knee
State champ 1980
Placard reads debate team
She points to the picture asks "who is he?"
My dad chimes in "Mom that's me"
Ooo Memory is not her long suit
And she has the strangest head pains
Please describe what your feeling
She puts her hands to her temples and makes fire work shapes
We put her cloths in
Black plastic bags
A life time of fabric in
Thrift store donation bins