My Mother’s Disease Introduces Me to My Mother

My mother’s disease wants
to know my name.

My mother’s disease takes
me in

with my mother’s eyes.
I ask, How can we love

what we don’t understand?
My mother’s disease explains

my mother
is not always my mother

but my mother
is always my mother.

I ask, Who am I bathing,
dressing, feeding?

I am told, You must love us both.