Broken Prose Fragments


Broken Prose Fragments

 

Dementia

how I hate you more and more

cruel

It is to make people, gaps of time, life events, and relationships

disappear then reappear

in such an odd order 

yesteryear

reappears as if but five minutes ago

while yesterday is gone

as if it never happened

I’m

relegated

to a spot on the sideline

all

that can be offered

…is an ear

…silent sympathy

…and generosity

 

a middle man

between

yourself and the neurologist

 

I

can heal

neither the scarring or lesions

of the brain

nor

the physical damage done

from

multiple sclerosis

 

in the end

 it seems that our roles

have been

reversed

the children becoming

both

the caretakers

and

the caregivers

 

My Mother’s 25+ year fight continues on…

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4 Responses to “Broken Prose Fragments”

  1. Sad testimony, brave words pal

  2. Such a beautiful and respectful way to describe your mom’s battles. Dementia is a horrid taker of memories, and lucidity is always a teaser — one moment fine and the next is a blank screen. 💝

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