Courtesy of Tamara Natalie Madden

I listen as
Her mind cracks
And disappears into the wind.
Losing her independence
To age —

Eighty-two years young, 

Fading in the
Arms of dementia.

How do you tell
The head that she is now
The tail?

Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.

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