Mi Amor

Even in the throes of her illness

Early onset dementia

When she was losing everything

Her grasp on reality

She never forgot to call him

Mi Amor

Not even when she was physically abusing him

the only man she ever loved

It was the last connection

of an unraveled mind.

11 thoughts on “Mi Amor

  1. My mom. My dad looked after her until he died. She called dad, Popo. She was already in a home when I thought to ask her why, Popo. Dad was tall and dark and handsome. The nick name made no sense to me. “Popo the puppet can do anything,” my mom sang. Ah, that’s perfect. My dear father loved her from the moment he met her. Lucky us.

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