What Is

What part of memory is fact? What is fiction? 
What is real? What is - only - imagined?

I stop to count....and remember.
Four years.

My mother's last smile.
My mother's last words.
My mother's last hug and goodbye kiss.

Once and again - the landscape is every imaginable shade of abundance.
Greens and yellows and purples.
She loved color. She lived it.

And - here - I am.
Holding on. Letting go.
Learning...growing...accepting.
Always questioning. 
What is.