The fading started years ago, your wit
that withered and in search for words.
We were frustrated, but you travelled
and made friends, you saw China and
Galapagos, you came and went, and
called us when our time was scarce.
We should have named the elephant
but never dared, until it was too late.
Then the calls that came, police, or
neighbors, all. They said you left and
couldn’t find your way. There were
stories you invented of a life we knew
you never had, of siblings, houses,
invented men. You wondered when
your parents died, that’s when we
named the elephant: dementia.
It’s strange how long we let it slip
and never mourned; the tears that
hasn’t trickled yet. Acceptance is like
boiling frogs, it’s sighs at night, too late.
A sadness more like fog than rain.
Once your strength was infinite, you
handled axes, chainsaws and your
hands created pottery and weaved
the comfort of my youth. It wasn’t
easy, with all the houses and our
things and I can see myself in your
disgust for cleaning.
The elephant has not yet claimed you
but your fading comes in noiseless
steps, There is acceptance that you’ve
left and we your children have prepared
a life, you almost left. We will walk ahead
and I can always touch your hands
that stays in pottery you left behind.
Today Gayle tells us how to write an elegy at dVerse MTB. Sorrow, Admiration and Acceptance should be clear parts of an elegy. My mother has faded and just recently her illness has taken a turn for the worse. I feel this gradual fading being very strenuous, and I feel that I should have treasured moments gone much more. Come and share your elegy when we open at 3PM EST.
June 2, 2016