A poem to entice one woman with dementia back into life.
impassive upon her bed,
her creative mind
buried under fears of strokes and
paralyzed by dread.
Anxiety is not sharpening her mind.
from her original nature and nurture
Missing her delightful companion
who alights with her
on topics of cats
blue moons and ghosts
with a harpy’s tongue,
with the heart of mama rabbit
she wavers between ineptitude and magnificence.
Detached from the earth
where colorfully she grew
her imagination yet thrives
even while struggling to find the words.
She lies ever so
impassive upon her bed
whereupon Donna dances in
dreaming of drawing Dorothy
out of that bed
and back into the dance of life.