From above if you were watching through
a fine telescope
my wise ass remarks
would help you to understand
that it means nothing
to die. One life to create memories,
one breath to forget. Then Alzheimer
kicks you and sets you on fire
with nonsense. I try to laugh
to cover up my turmoil of
uneasiness at these awkward situations
when the brain ceases to speak,
when the mind is muddled with
words you never thought
would make you cry.
to that patience, you will need it.
There was a time I lost everything in you.
Now I speak to my soul and repeat
less you, more me.
All this to convince myself that I still matter
somehow, before the memories fade
or the cancer grows
or the breasts disappear.
It’s Hawaiian day at work
and I will wear my hula
tell all the teachers how I appreciate
hug a child
and try to forget about the telescope.
Hold on to your soul,
you will need it.