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Getting Dressed
ReplyDeleteShe rode up the elevator
But forgot to push her floor's button
Words are more difficult to spell now
She hoped it was fatigue
Or too much sugar in her diet
Numbers
Is five more than six is eight greater than nine
When it got to that point
She recognized
Wrong, wrong
Too hard juggling in her head
Big ideas and complicated projects
That was behind her
Or maybe not she'd think on good days
Keys handy
Checkbook balanced
There's viruses that mimic that memory thief of a disease
This cat's name is not Pete
It's Patches
He doesn't look like a Patches
Patches is buried in the backyard
So it's Pete
Or Pete's son
There's food in his bowl
So that part's good
Taken care of
Is there tide in middle of the ocean
Or only waves
She can feel it
Even when she doesn't have the answer
There won't be pain
That parts a blessing
For her at least
If she thinks too long on her husband
Her children
She will never make it through the day
Work on a "good patient" attitude
Wrap up loose ends
A lifetime of loose ends
All the workshops and books
To be here
To be in the moment
Now forced upon her
Things could be much worse
Catherine Powers
November 2013
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