My Thoughts Slip
Last night dressed for bed
looking down at the blanket
wondering what we'll do this winter
when it is cold again- then startled
when I remember it is winter now,
and I am embarrassed
ashamed...
Time and time again my thoughts slip
as more and more shadows become 3-D
reality.
Days of the week blur- months- years
all blur, faster than the speed of light
thoughts bend, names get lost
words falter, fall away, I lose my mind
I think, as I lose my memory, maybe...
But I feel,
I feel kindness,
I feel love,
I feel beauty,
I feel safe sometimes
so very safe
by my self.
poem & copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab
