Senior Moment
I just had a senior moment.
I didn't forget something,
I remembered something.
I just remembered how my mom
would see or hear something
reminding her of something I did
when I was small, getting that smile
in her eyes, looking back and
seeing me in my cowboy hat.
"Stick'em up Mommy."
I remember her senior moment,
as she explained it,
not forgetting, but remembering.
Now I have them, a visit back,
a reminder, like it was yesterday.
My senior moment just happened
as I watch the young mother
herd her 6 children, 3 boys and 3 girls
across the street to the old brick church.
She checks each one before entering,
stops short, kneels down
in front of the oldest boy,
turns his head side to side,
holds his chin, takes a tissue
from her purse, licks it and
rubs the smudge from his cheek.
Thanks, Mom
