ode to my sister
my stand-in mom
storyteller pranster Rock of Gibraltar presence
in my life smart ascending feminist you
will never know how many times
your unfaltering acceptance grabbed
my hand and hauled me up from the cliff
even from a distance you are my north star
I hear your smile feel your eyes tell me
it’s okay I’m here I’ll always be here
in the throes of dementia
you still hug me close pat my back while
I inhabit your world of lost memory
and meet you in each moment
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Lovely poem, Kathleen! Esp. like the north star image. And the last two lines.
Kathleen – Dementia just robs so much of the person we know. Love your descriptions of your sister and how she helped you. Great you are there to help her. Agree with Libby, wonderful last lines!
Ah, Kathleen—
Oh you got me with this one. This poem brings me all in on the gratitude and all in on the pain ❤️
Oh my heart.
Such a strong ending. So much love in this one.
Beautifully written with love.
Beautiful poem, Kathleen. You communicate the feeling clearly.