There is the place where it is
all locked away.
Can I get it out when I need it?
I will just smile and nod. 
Sometimes a fog of other conversations 
block the path. 

In my head today, it all makes
perfect sense.
or an hour from now
are questionable. 

Is this how it started for Pearl?
Those hands could recall the rhythm
of biscuit-making
even when her mind could not. 

What rituals will my body hold on to
when my mind betrays itself?
Memories locked in my head
of the days of summer and 

The familiar smell of books
that I love 
Long forgotten like the smiles of 
two blonde children
Whom I adored.