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Category Archives: Alzheimer’s
Alzheimer’s poem # 8: Why I call my mother Lois
in 77 years, she had so many different names her husband and friends called her Lo, & we 3 called her Mom & when she forgot she was a mother & that she had a nickname once when she started calling … Continue reading
Lois (Alzheimer’s poem #7): Scrabble & Sunday Crosswords
I used to sit under the table cross-legged while my mother & grandmother solved the Sunday crossword in ink or locked up the board playing Scrabble. Later, I joined them & learned the joy of contorting words into new forms; … Continue reading
Lois (Alzheimer poem #6): How to write an S
the kitchen table was our battleground: if I could read at 2 then surely I could create an “S” at 3, she said & I shaped them backwards or slumped them along lined paper sideways, like snakes trying wildly to … Continue reading
Lois (Alzheimer poem #5): Symmetry
when my daughter was new she had hair to her shoulders. I was afraid to wash it– everything about her so small, so breakable & my mother would come over after work to wash her hair. Later, I did the … Continue reading
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Lois (Alzheimer poem #4): Church
She loved going to service with me Sunday mornings, until the rustling of 150 bibles turning to the right passage became a fluttering distraction how could she listen, get comfort when she was still frantically looking for the exact verse … Continue reading
Lois (Alzheimer poem #3): Faces, or the unstrung kite
What are faces to my mother who no longer feels the tug of relationship, that nagging sensation that used to say when a face belonged to a friend, a husband, a daughter. Faces lost their meaning & history for her, … Continue reading
Lois (Alzheimer poem #2)
she held my son in her lap when he knew 2 words & she had forgotten all hers but they were smiling together love needs no spoken language