My mom is at home on hospice care. Her independence has been dealt a blow. Dementia reared its ugly head but, she forges on. At times she drifts.
in talks with long gone kin
peers across dimension
without much intension
a slip in time..
Pat
2/22/21
For dVerse Poets Pub where it is quadrille night. Our host asks us to write a 44 word poem with the use of the word “go”. I used “gone”.
To read or join in go here https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/22/goinggoinggone-poeming/
Oh my goodness, Pat, I remember those slips in time from my own mum and you have my deepest sympathy. Dementia sips away at loved ones, takes them bit by bit long before they are truly gone.
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Yes, it’s a thief. I reorient her constantly. Sometimes I see it getting through.
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Very sorry to hear this.
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Thank you John
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Awww. So sorry to hear this, Pat. May writing about it help you process all you are going through. I’ve read that sometimes it’s best to just enter their world, and go with it. I don’t have experience with this, but I can imagine how that might ease a scared mind.
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I think writing about it helps. It’s a chance to stand back and be from the outside looking in. A small change in perspective. Thanks D
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I do remember that time with my mother too… it’s so painful to have someone dear leaving so slowly…
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It truly is.
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I went through the “slips in time” with my Mom as well. Prayers to you and Mom.
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Thank you Beverly.
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Oh I am so deeply sorry 😦
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Thank you.
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A caring and real poetic response to your situation Pat. Take care.
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Thanks Denis.
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It is like the layers of time have been rearranged, the layers of life. Sending strength. (K)
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Thank you (K)… how you put that makes so much sense. Pat
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Writing poetry saved my life during the years I cared for my Mother … literally. Keep the faith, Pat.
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Thank you Helen…
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Oh, I’m so, so sorry, Pat. It is heartbreaking to see a vibrant person fade aways. Hugs to you.
Slips of time and talking to long dead kin–yes, it’s like another world. I went through some of this with my mom, too. The only good thing is that I feel like maybe she was comforted by thinking my dead father was with her.
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Thank you Merril.
Pat
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A beautifully expressed poem, a way to make sense, but it also holds the sadness and by all of us reading, we hold you and your mum. Well, I know I do🙏🙏🌹
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Thank you Morag, appreciate the kind thoughts.
Pat
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🤗💕
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Sorry to hear, Pat. :_(
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Thank you Susi.
Pat
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