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?