REMEMBERING.

A MOTHER WITH DEMENTIA.

You remember Mother
Saying you’ve got a tongue

In your head so use it
But that was then before

The onslaught of dementia’s
Hold and the slow decline

Of words and thoughts
Connected to the world

Of sense and now she says
Who are you? and where am

I now? and I want to go home
When home is where she is

Or where’s Daddy? And you
Sitting beside her stroking

Her hand trying to take weird
Conversation beyond the

Frontier of odd remarks and
Gibberish words you sadly

Realize that this is it this is
The way it’s gone and her

Tongue and mind have now
Mutinied against your mother’s

Self and sense and there seems
No rhyme or reason no way for

All her love for you to recompense.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

What a wonderful write. It is sad but one might still be a prescence...to hold a hand, to kiss a cheek, to whisper tenderly, "I love you mom"...