Friday, April 6, 2012

April 4th - Dementia

Dementia

My mom is on the floor again,
one leg caught in the bed rail,
the other tangled in her blanket.
She is screaming, "something  is wrong
with the moon".

I know I have to do something so I look
for answers in the shape of the clouds,
the tea leaves at the bottom of my cup,
even in the pattern of ants crawling
across her bedroom floor.

But deep down I know
she is a seed on the maple tree
spinning away
from me.

1 comment:

  1. This is very moving, very touching. I love how you evoke Dementia and loss by tying it to the natural world.

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