I asked ma how she was doing

She told me she’s over the hill

What’s that mean to you, ma?

She said fountains of eternal youth

Are always bound to spill

I told her ma you’re doing great

You don’t look a day over 40

She told me her muscles felt like sting rays

seas of her memory turbulent and murky

I asked her Ma

What’s your favorite memory, I’d really love to hear it

She said swimming at the lake as a kid,

Then when you and your brother came along, my dearest

I told her let’s go swimming later ma,

I’d really love to go!

She sunk her head into her chest

And mumbled she doesn’t know

The next day she wasn’t in the kitchen

Didn’t make her usual pot of coffee

I looked to the yard and saw only leaves

Falling from trees, creaking and lofty

I circled to the living room

Asked my brother if he’d seen her or known where she had gone

She told me she’s going just over the hill,

Why? Is something wrong?