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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dementia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My mother forgot how to swallow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Before that, she lost my face and my name, <br> erased from her memory by sickness and age.<br> Her nurses complained she took too long to feed<br> They wanted a peg and a tube for the deed</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> My mother forgot how to swallow</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> She forgot her late spouse, disremembered her vow.<br> With the loss of the past there is no here and now.<br> Once she read to my child, then my girl read to her-<br> Until all the sounds were a meaningless blur</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> My mother forgot how to swallow</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> <br> Jesus and Mary and her patron saint<br> would loved to have helped her, so weak and so faint, <br> but she had forgotten the simplest prayer -<br> the beads in her hand little use to her here. <br> <br> My mother forgot how to swallow</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> The night nurses found her while making their round<br> She was cold to the touch, no pulse to be found<br> She stared, eyes wide open, at the cross on the wall<br> Perhaps the Messiah had come after all.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>

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