Endless Grieving

There are many things she mourns
Primarily it's her wayward
Forgetful mind
Seeing a giraffe
Demanding it was a camel
Trying
To humbly accept the correction
Crying
Knowing the downhill resolution
From here
It only gets worst
She hurts
Stealing away to her bathroom sanctuary
Consulting Mother Mary
God
And all His angels
She's with it enough to know
She's fighting the
Damning
"I don't know"
Memories now
Dark and shaded
Happy faded
As everyone around tries
To help
Her mind sitting on
The dusty shelf.

*She's not just my mother with dementia.  She's a strong, independent, spirited woman who knows her mind is failing her.  It's the hardest thing to watch.  Heartbreaking and frustrating to live through.  Her ability to hide it is even quickly fading and the reality becoming more stark.  She lashes out.  I'd fairly do the same.  It's so damn unfair.  We try to steal happy moments.  Laugh as much as possible.  But to be honest -- it's getting harder.