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.
A Cornered Gurl 
Felt. My grandma died at 83 and it was so difficult looking into her lifeless eyes when she began to wither. She was the backbone, the shoulder, the voice of reason and the iron fist for so long.
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Many of our elders are… it’s sad to see them lose their strength, but their lives are legendary.
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indeed
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Gosh. Incredible. Thank You.
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Thank you very much for reading.
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My pleasure! 🙂
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Wow. TrE, this is incredibly powerful, and so important to share. Thank you!! So lovely to reconnect with you recently. 🙂 Have a beautiful and blessed weekend – Debbie
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Thank you, Debbie. I’m prayerful that you’ll have a great weekend too. Be well. Thank you, again.
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Lovely…and difficult. Beautifully thought and written. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you very much for reading, Steven.
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Before I become a victim of age, myself, and forget to say it — thank you for including me in “THE PEOPLE”.
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Boom! How could I not?! I love what you share, it keeps me smiling. You’re most welcome, Sue.
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this touches me, as my mother turns 74 today, I am ever grateful for her strong sense of person and crisp mind, blessed and another fine post. Your image I’m remembering from the color purple, one of my favorite scenes ❤ ❤ ❤
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Happy Birthday to your Mom, Kim! Thank you!
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