mommy doesn’t have dementia
or alzheimer’s

she’s 92 
and she still volunteers and paints
and only recently stopped working
(she got fired for looking at her phone
when she wasn’t supposed to)

but she has forgotten so much

and i hate myself for getting frustrated
that i have to explain things she already knows
(or knew)

and I keep reminding myself 
of how patient she was with me
when she had to explain everything
because i just didn’t know
(at least I assume she did, i don’t remember)

and i keep telling myself
these are things i will miss when she’s gone