Lost slippers and kittens,
Long ago days on a windy beach,
The china owl you gave her,
All are out of reach.
The smile you remember is missing,
A fading smear on her lips;
The touch of the hand you are holding
Is a mere brush of her fingertips.
The photographs that you show her
Of the childhood you remember,
The drawing from the refrigerator:
They are only embers
Smothered by dementia.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #177 “Collage 29”
Instead of a quote this time we have a short essay by Emma age 6 which reads “Love is when you’re missing some of your teeth but you’re not afraid to smile because you know your friends will still love you even though some of you is missing.”