an inflamed brain,
the tangles within neurons
knotted messages are lost
she walks around the house
with the same energy as the
ballerina lost in a different life,
the same mother and grandmother
with babies by her side
less of a sharp mind
more of missing puzzle pieces.
confusion clouds her eyes
wondering where we are going
who we are going with and why.
She loves to swim
to feel the sand between her wrinkly toes
but refuses to jump into the water.
The names of grandchildren
are forgotten but the years she spent in
vancouver are not forgotten like how
she walked on the boardwalk and
got vanilla ice cream dipped in caramel sauce.