Mind is all flowers- Alzheimer's Awareness

 

Mirror reflected her soul this morning
wrinkled eye edges flashed as she grinned
an affirmation uttered, as old as herself
Yet, Purity within the fleshes shines bright
the silvery flakes on her head, glares
as if a morning sun on snowcapped mountains

Nurtured relations, woven with colorful yarns
shouldered responsibilities, planted with utmost care
it’s all bare, empty as her thoughts, sluggish as her desire
Yet, sometimes, old reminiscences cover entire nerves
flickering like worn out candle in a drizzling day
Framework swollen with melted wax
and the wick, its core, awaiting the collapse.

Lost ease , world as if a new place to live
muscle misleads, It’s her own yet her enemies
She belongs, not in solitude but within dependence
defined by colorful heart, not the flaws- grimy mind creates
driven by compassion entire life, Still shining, head high
Mirror reflected her soul this morning
walking through the trail of flashbacks
Her smile pointing gardens in her eyes, mind is all flowers
Wrinkled face- like a leaves in a bouquet, adding beauty
Mirror reflected her soul this morning.
Mirror made up of her memories.