Gone

Her mind has gone the way of wind

Like a stormy gust, it blows first this way then another, bending and twisting the limbs of past and present

Swirling with uncertainty, fear, and memories

Her mind has gone the way of the ocean

Like the tide her memories ebb and flow and waves of memory crash into the shore of the past and present

Currents of emotions, fretting, and wondering

Her mind has gone

Filled with questions unanswered

And she is here trying to grasp onto the Why and where

Wondering and wandering

And a tear falls from her eye.

And mine.

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(Dedicated to Mrs. Cain, who I found wandering the halls of my hotel tonight — and to all those with dementia and Alzheimer’s –who fight to remember)

©belindabotzong2017

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