4 December 2012
Seeing my aged grandmother, Age still; Smiling at me Kindly Seeing her loop conversations Till I smile back at her wryly
It breaks me to see this now; She seemed so strong, endless wit And here she is, forgetful Now And she doesn't remember Believing it
Sadly, I stand to turn Away My mother comes, smiling the same She starts to loop in the same Way; I wish this were all just a game, But then I fear I'm the same.
Soon to be trapped, repeating myself Insisting sanity, But losing self.
still compus mentis • Opuss № I