“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."
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