Within The Folds

Within the folds of her mind
For every seam there is assigned
A memory that is now canned
That which became her life’s brand
It girds the maze that is confined
Within the folds of her mind

Within the folds of her mind
Dislike of coffee now enshrined
Each water fountain where she was banned
Indignities suffered firsthand
Nightmares you hope never to find
Within the folds of her mind

Within the folds of the mind
Is reciprocity outlined
She loves all things small or grand
Friends and family with equal demand
Even her cruel words were still kind
Within the folds of her mind

Within the folds of her mind
Are holiday dinners all refined
Homegrown ale that she manned
To be anything thing but bland
Secret recipes for which we pined
Within the folds of her mind

Within the folds of her mind
Where her faith was divined
Her heart the first to understand
The touch that is the Master’s hand
God’s grace was her soul defined
Within the folds of her mind

Within the folds of her mind
Thoughts not working as designed
She sometimes simply does not understand
I’m the adult whose hide she occasionally tanned
She’s slowly losing the ties that bind
Within the folds of her mind

Within the folds of her mind
An unfair fate, to one who shined
Now a fading cerebral quicksand
All that it held and could withstand
Just enough there to remind
Within the folds of her mind

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dverse

dVerse ~Poets Pub | Open Link Night – 159

8 thoughts on “Within The Folds

  1. i suppose the
    most endeaRinG
    pArt of poetry
    is it is
    a soul
    that cannot
    be ravaged
    by the
    winds
    of
    age..
    so now
    that paRt
    of her now
    lives again
    in your eyes
    of poetry that
    remember the
    greaTEST lights
    of
    her..:)

  2. My impression was of the memory loss, a fading cerebral quicksand ~

    It is a sad and unfortunate state if one is suffering from this ~

    Thanks for joining us at OLN ~ Happy weekend ~

  3. This speaks to me of one who was a vibrant, no-nonsense, but very loving and gracious woman who suffered great indignities, but whose mind is enveloping some of her memories to dementia. It’s natural to want to help someone who can no longer do for themselves but it’s a bit odd when that person is your own parent. There is a role reversal for sure, as I have found. I like how the message is repeated in your poem…really hits home.

  4. ‘within the folds of her mind’ is a beautiful verse and it gains in depth and gravitas with each repetition. A wonderful description of your mother, with all her quirks and things which made her loveable, and then that verse which made my heart jump to my throat: ‘she slowly losing the ties that bind’…

  5. This is so sad and captures more than just ageing but the folding in of the mind. Your words repeated are very evocative. My daughter is working with dementia patients and thinks their minds are so amazing! She loves the random associations but of course she does not have the loss of family member in ‘ the folds of their mind’

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