Odd path of healing

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Not what I was planning,
but what ever is.

Time alone was not in the cards.

Find myself as a confidant,
a teacher,
and an untrained caregiver.

Mother needing someone to talk with.
Niece waiting for new ideas.
Mom's husband,
mind slipping,
conversations forgotten and repeated.
Company given.
Offspring seem to also have forgotten.

The Silence I seek seems to be unobtainable.

Unable to fade into the background.

Too many to help.