escape back into space
{content warning: alzheimer’s, dementia, caregiving for a parent}
escape back into space
space to linger
in the best kinds
of memories
we feared lost forever
Some days feel like I’m sitting in my car in a car wash. Water floods in stages until I can’t see through the windows anymore or hear anything except the pounding. It’s happening too soon, too fast, and I’m too young for this.
Her reality shifts into delusion or hallucination, and I feel the tug to try and bring her back to where I am. To what’s true. But maybe that’s not loving her where she is.
So instead, I wish for the sweetest memories to rise up in the places and spaces of her mind where I can’t go with her, and hope it’s somewhere safe and dear and kind. 🤍
♡ Kimberly Kuniko
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ICYMI
One of my found words poems published in Artists Responding To Magazine
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