Miss Ya, Millie

I liked, Millie. But she didn't want to be here.
She couldn't understand it was for her safety.
Millie had Alzheimers. She sat at my table for
meals. Before she got real bad, we would joke
and laugh. But when we weren't at the table
she never knew who I was. She was that for-
getful.

My room was on 2nd floor, kiddy corner from
hers, but she always asked me where it was.

Millie sometimes stood before the front door
of this place, watching her car. She loved her
car. I was afraid she might wander off. Like one
terribly cold winter night an elderly lady with
Alzheimers escaped from her home and was
found froze to death on the street, in her
pajamas. So I'd tell the staff that Millie was
standing at the door, watching her car, so they
would keep an eye on her.

Poor Millie. She had Alzheimers and she loved
her car... But Millie DIDN'T have a car...

Millie's gone now, where her car is, in Heaven.
Ride the trails, Millie, in your car! Have fun.




Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-03 at 15:42

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