Innocence
A new innocence -- a near-blank slate
partially covered in ancient scrawls.
Wonder at tiny inconsequential things and obsession with minutiae.
I know she has to get out more, be full of my sidelong glances, be my first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thought before I sleep.
Tiny crevice by tiny crack, my world has changed
and I fit and mold to it.
My anger is dulled and tempered;
my temper is wrapped in cotton wool.
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Alzheimer Rhythms
PoetryMy dear sweet Mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's at 89 and lived to 93. She passed Oct 23rd, 2010. We were very close and it was a hard road for both of us. These poems were written at various points along the way.
