My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #11: Reach Out
Five years ago, I could still call Mum on the telephone and have a conversation. She knew my name. Told me she loved me. Shared a joke or two. I’d go down and help out when Dad was in hospital and I’d introduce her to new veggie foods – Dad was a lifelong meat eater – or take her out. I noticed she sometimes searched for words – but don’t we all?
After Dad died, she was diagnosed with Pick’s disease, a type of Lewey body dementia: she has slowly slipped away, word by word, until language no longer has meaning. I talk to her and she smiles, but I can only hope she understands. I wrote this haiku last year, when her ability to communicate was hanging by a thread.
Although you’re fading,
Your smile is familiar –
Just your words are lost.
© Kim M. Russell, 2015