Nana says

Don’t speed

Let me give you a big hug

Ring us once when you get there

I love you big bunches

Come sit here with me

You are so precious

Two hands on the wheel, two eyes on the road

I’m so proud of you

Wash your hands

Call your mother.

NaPoWriMo challenge: rewrite “Lines For The Fortune Cookie” by Frank O’Hara

I have been blessed with a wonderful mother-in-law, Nana to all her grandchildren.  Kind and loving, accepting and compassionate.  Her words are like little fortune cookie sayings.

final

The spirit is gone, the life has ended.

What was, now final, darkened space left in my heart.

I seek the joy, you once shared.

Remembered enthusiasm, not your dead frown.

NaPoWriMo challenge: Words buried in words. Think about the words buried in your own name. Plug your name into an anagram generator, and try writing a self-portrait poem using words that are generated. 

   I only found one anagram from my shortened name and one from my full name. They are both used in this poem. They were both very sad phrases, so the very sad slice-of-life poem.

the ad

Short freckled grand-mother-earth

desires tall, chicken hugger with mirth

bring own kayak and large net worth.

NaPoWriMo challenge: write a poem in the form of a personal ad.

Too silly! This is what you get when you go to one of those rhyming word web sites.

Barred Owl

Who wakes me from my dreams?

“Who cooks for you?”

Who’s sounds are those?
“Who cooks for you?” she asks again.

How quietly the night waits.

“Who cooks for you?”

Waiting for his reply.

“Who cooks for you?”

Like a ghost through the trees.

“Who cooks for you?”

Elusive to all who seek her.

“Who cooks for you?”

 “Who cooks for you?”

Twice more she screams.

“Who cooks for you, all?” he barks.

NaPoWriMo challenge: to write a poem using five words from a list of words.
I used: owl, twice, elusive, ghost  (I guess I can't count.)

Hi Mom

“Hi Mom, it’s me Mariarose.

Mom, let’s sit up so we can talk.

There you are. 

Oh, Mom, It’s good to see you.”

“Who are you?”

“Mom, it’s me, Mariarose.

Let me help you with your sneakers.”

“Who are you?”

“Hi Mom, it’s me.

Let’s go for a walk.

Let’s go see the bird feeders.”

“Who are you?”

“That’s your daughter.”

“That’s it Mom, let’s walk down here.

This way Mom, over here.”

“You’re not my daughter.”

“Well, you’re my mother.

Let’s sit over here.

Let’s sit over here by the window.”

“Who are you?”

“Mom, it’s me, Mariarose.”

NaPoWriMo challenge: write a welcome, a hello, a poem of greeting.

My Mother has dementia. It is a devastating disease.  

I blog about my experiences at "with and without her."