Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Parachute Bombs


my sister tells me 2night
she's fading
my grandma thinks
the house cleaner is
stealing her money
my grandpa is spreading
powder all over the house
trying to poison her
he wouldn't do it

i used to drop
parachute men
off of her top
floor over and over
thinking it was cool

they are choosing
to stay at home
old farts
i want to go see her
find her in the cobwebs
of her memories

dementia is a bitch
i wonder if she would
remember her youngest
grandchild...
if i walked
in the door 2morrow

i would even go along
with her other conspiracy
theories.

4 comments:

jl said...

i feel sad for her, and for you wishing you could see her. she might not remember you now, but i'm sure she remembers her youngest grandchild deep in her heart.
j.

Ms. Junie said...

It is so hard..my grandparents still here but worrisome as they get older..hope you get to hug your grandma soon!

alan said...

If you get a chance, go see her...even if she doesn't remember her sweetest grandchild, you will remember!

Tears thinking about the dementia...

Thinking of you!

alan

Anonymous said...

I love that photo of her with her hat on at H and J's wedding.