LOST MEMORIES

Rachelle

Growing up, 

Dad said you were one of a kind 

I never understood it until he passed away 

And the burden of caring for you fell onto me. 

After he left, 

Every part of me shattered. 

I could not leave my bed for days, 

Nor eat my meals with craze. 

I had fallen into a spiral of depression, 

Needing a hug, and especially a cushion 

However, 

I saw this as an opportunity to get to know you better. 

I packed my bags, 

Left my job, 

Lost the keys to my very first apartment, 

Just so that I could be with you 

The moment I saw you 

You flung your arms around me 

You cradled me again just like when I was a baby 

Your tears told me everything 

All the pain and suffering 

I hope you don't go through another loss 

Because this is really painful to see 

As the days go by, I've gotten to know you better. 

I've read your stories of Wizards and dragons: 

And you told stories of Aunts and uncles 

Who were equally as scary. 

For days, 

We baked cookies 

Sang Karaoke, 

And saw cheesy rom-com movies 

We walked around the park, 

Made a ton of art. 

We looked back at old photos 

Stood on tiptoes to reach the cookies we baked the other day. 

After all the fun we had 

I could not believe it 

Your condition got the better of you and plagued you with a curse. 

After a few months, 

Your memory started to deteriorate. 

You could no longer remember 

The last time you ate, 

Or perhaps where you put that freshly baked chocolate cake 

After a week 

It started to get serious. 

The day I'd been dreading had to finally come 

I sat on the table, 

Gave you your breakfast and finally got the courage to ask you the question: 

"Do you know who I am? Do you know my name?"/ 

You replied with, "I'm sorry love, what was it again?" 

Remember how I said， 

"I hope you don't go through another loss" 

I truly wished I had said that to myself. 

So that I would not have to go through 

Another loss, a more painful loss 

The loss of a mother and all the memories she held with her