The Journey Inward

I can tell right away that things have changed,
Something is different about her,
Hazel eyes locked on the ceiling,
She doesn't even sense me,
Shallow comes her breathing,
Her arms reach straight up,
Her lips-a smile,
Unknown words,
Eyes close,
Sleep.

An Etheree poem, starting at 10 syllables and working down to 1

Photo:  Mother's Day, May 8, 2022. Bridgewater, NJ.  by LA