was sick
with dementia, she stared
blindly
as if into some light,
or darkness
we couldn't see.
she opened her
wordless mouth
and listened, but didn't
hear or say a word.
she had no response
to questions
like did you have lunch today.
she walked
in small steps holding
invisible rails,
taking whatever hand
there was to steady her gait.
she didn't blink,
she smiled a lot.
but she wasn't there, not
really.
she went from that to five
years later,
curled in a ball in hospice.
the morphine drip
taking her slowly
to another place.
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