Weaving Dementia

For My Gram-Momz Lilla Lavine Reister a keeper of words untill her mind left her...and then she handed them to me...

The delicate fabric

Of time and space

Are threads of days

She often misplaced

Shoved deep into

Symbolic pockets

Of old and forgotten

Outdated garments

Limp and lifeless

In the back of the closet

Unexpected

And always by accident

Between the gray matter

And broken synapses

She comes across

That old silly frock

She holds to her face

To smell the last trace

Of designer fragrance

That spark fleeting reflections

In puddles of mud

Hazy recollections

Under layers of dust

Yet the light in the closet

Snaps on now and then

But the moment of clarity

Is always short lived

And then all the empty hangers

Fall to the floor

And she can’t even remember

What she went in there for….

Author's Note

I Love u Gram-momz I miss u every single day

Reviews

[Crow]

Your words reawaken long forgotten, yet bittersweet memories, that overall bring a smile to my heart.

So many elderly are often just lost in the darkness by so many when their mental faculties go; a wonderful tribute.

Thank you!

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i just lost a dear friend who suffered from alzheimers for 5 years or so. she was a brilliant lady. so sad to see the mind slip away leaving a sad, confused shell. my sympathy and condolences to you.

[Anicca]

This was a very touching peice to read. I loved the way you integrated the concept of what was going on inside your Grandmas head with the idea of all her clothes throughout the ages that were symbolic of the good times and came out with the idea of a closet. Very nicely done.

[Ron]

Ah The sense of smell, something you and I both enjoy!! You have caught the essence of memories of a piece of clothing or material the can take us away to the night before or 5o years through the past at the speed of light. You can remember your grandmother or the first time you smelled your lover or the smell of a new born baby! Your writing of this piece touched my soul and sent rushing tears of joy and sadness at the same time. I think your writing is crafted in such away that it brings your words to life! Of course i am biased but even if I didnt know you, Your writing of this piece would set off my imagination of what things might smell like. I personally will always remember your smell. Ah the sense of smell, one of gods special gifts. Thanks for writing something so sensual. Your Boo Love Ron