What moment was

the moment 

my mom died. 

We weren’t sure

my dad and I—

we hold that

hard gift close

between—the

us that makes 

us selves who

stood beside 

her birdlike

curled in—

Oh. It is 

a moment—breath

and then

it stops—that’s

real, declare

the time—we had

a clock there, red

with numbers—

Mom.