Simplicity of thought

[Mendocino]

Complexity of design

A range of doubt

A reach of kind

I am alone

A distant sign

Torn to shreds

I'll bear my time

[yonder]

1. Wonderful, though I'm not familiar with it. Is it yours?

[Mendocino]

2. It is.

I'm in a jumble. My mother is slowly losing her sense and sensibility, and there's little I can do about it.

[yonder]

3. I'm sorry about your Mom.

My own Mom is advancing to that stage and will arrive soon enough. It's sad to see what we remember change to the reality of what is.

Those few lines of yours are very good, especially knowing the context.

Peace

[Mendocino]

5. I wish you only the best.

When all is what one knows now are just memories, but the ravages of failing thought take that away in the end

Peace to you.

[Mendocino]

4. She was slowly slipping,

but in the last few weeks has crashed. The will to live is gone.