Long and Slow Descent

As a caregiver to someone with dementia,

It’s difficult to remember what they were,

Before the tangles and the plaques


She dressed impeccably,

Everything matched, even things you couldn’t see,

Now she wears checked pants and a plaid shirt


Her clothes stained,

Her hands sticky,

And that nail polish, not a color she would ever be caught dead in


If I close my eyes,

And push the dementia away,

I see her from the seat of my bike


She’s strong and vibrant,

She’s standing right behind me,

Ready to catch, if I fall


I must stay with her,

Standing sentinel,

Witness to this long and slow descent


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