Description: For Writing 201: Day 5, which tells us to write an elegy using fog and metaphor.
Thinking about the past and fog together reminded me of dementia, about which I have ever-increasing experience.
Did you know her in the glory days?
When she smiled that Hepburn smile?
When she danced to Frank Sinatra
And flirted with the navy boys?
Did you see her marry on a whim?
Rub the growing life inside?
Fretting over baby books
And shopping for baby carriages?
Did you see her raising four young boys?
Commanding their whos and whats and whens?
Sending each off with a bride?
Then Tuesday nights with girlfriends and bridge?
I never saw her this clearly
No, I only see her in the fog
Sometimes she reaches out
Sometimes I catch a glimpse
But the fog pulls her back in
Only you remember the glory days
So cherish every memory
Because once she stepped into the fog
They weren’t so certain
They’re mostly gone