My Mother has Dementia and Lives in a Cave

depicts the emotions and experience of watching my mother decline.

My mother has dementia and lives in a cave

Her children are the walls that weep

And drive her to the edge

Her crook’d finger traces circles in the air

When she remembers her dancing days

She tells me about blanket cat

Purring as she speaks

She binds her feet in electric tape

For she feels a current zapping her

Nurses enter and exit and enter and exit

A carousel who’s shivering smiles miss their mark

My mother has dementia

May all who’ve lost someone bless her