A poem about my mother and the human brain as Alzheimer's takes over.
|I imagine the windows of her brain;
stained glass, crayon colored panes.
Growing up; delicate pink, candy innocent,
then ruby red rose romance;
bloody crimson with childbirth.
For many years, a life shared.
To nurture and care for your family.
We fracture, tattoo, test and weather.
Question, fight, love and admire.
Then varnish, stain and seal what remains.
The doors in a cluttered, shattered mind
exist for protection, hopefully a holy kind.
This heinous disorder opens cloistered space,
fragile pieces fall apart, blowing wildly.
Confusion scattered in the wind.
Memories collide, what fits where,
hats on shoes, multicolored cobwebs,
a projection of thoughts run berserk.
A kaleidoscope of life can not rest.
Photos spill; leaves caught in a storm, lost forever.
This is a lady. Her mouth spoke with pearls.
But this brain is a sailor with dirty slander.
Imagine video priest and neighbor nights.
Her hazel eyes blaze with truth and lost trust.
Do not comfort. Her frail fists crave a fight.
Precious time lost forever is never reclaimed.
Lessons learned too late, are now unknown.
Now you see it all like a merry-go-round.
Is a simple life really sweet?
Let only love pass as cobwebs fill empty spaces.
When her mind fills to a point of capacity,
she seeks a protective shell and retreats.
Cushioned womb, pot of tea, quiet library
bar the door, rest earned, hang a "Closed" sign.
By Kathie Stehr