Going Deeper

OK, I am breaking the rules.....who makes the rules....someone else.  Sorry Kerry.  I tried three times to write a dementia piece because this like many is near and dear to my heart and couldn't come up with one that was as good as the one I wrote not long ago. Sooooo...let the pants down spankings begin. I will not go down without a fight but I won't make it a habit either.  This was written when my mother in law was battling Alzheimers...tricky stuff. This for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads...

There is a place to go

And we all go, we do… go

Where the beige wall is painted

A violent red

The dark spot

A cancer on an otherwise healthy heart

Is real in comparison

To a birthday party, or an anniversary dinner

We dig with a new spade

And then cover what we have found

The smell of foul and sour earth

Discoveries, shadowy and veiled but solid in the mind

The line is thin

So thin that every word is complacent

Thin as winter lips, cracked and dry

And we dance, hoping someone will throw some water

Careworn hands and eyes filled with lust

Where are you now? Who are you now?

Don’t look in the mirror

The reflection is you, pointing at you

Don’t worry my child

The colors black and purple are everywhere

Your place, this place, is special

Let’s have a picnic, let’s have a cry

Darkness fades as the light rises and cuffs
Picking up the dishes of our meal

Walking and walking back to what

To everything that everyone wants us to be