Love is Enough

I see you in a chair by the window
holding the flowers
from a kind visitor.
Did they remind you of your once busy life,
dear Mother and friend?
We often sit outside together,
Your eyes closed
Never talking now.
But are you listening
To me read?
Or to the birds?
Or to thoughts in your heart?
I am curious.
I feel your love
In your sweet smile
And in the soft squeeze  from your hands
That suffices.