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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mastodon.world/users/LEAD_Coalition/statuses/112944113564278645">Ian Kremer (lead_coalition@mastodon.world)'s status on Monday, 12-Aug-2024 06:58:56 JST</a><a href="https://mastodon.world/@LEAD_Coalition" title="lead_coalition@mastodon.world"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/226507-48-20231226161135.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Ian Kremer" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Ian Kremer</a></section><article><p>If you have personal experience with <a href="https://mastodon.world/tags/dementia" rel="tag">#dementia</a>, this <a href="https://mastodon.world/tags/poetry" rel="tag">#poetry</a> rings true.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.world/tags/Alzheimers" rel="tag">#Alzheimers</a> <a href="https://mastodon.world/tags/mindfulness" rel="tag">#mindfulness</a></p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/3505770#notice-6888202">In conversation</a><time datetime="2024-08-12T06:58:56+09:00" title="Monday, 12-Aug-2024 06:58:56 JST">about 4 months ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mastodon.world/@LEAD_Coalition/112944113564278645" rel="external" title="Sent from mastodon.world via ActivityPub">mastodon.world</a></span></span><a href="https://mastodon.world/@LEAD_Coalition/112944113564278645">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/3030503">"Visiting Her In Queens Is More Enlightening Than A Month In A Monastery In Tibet" by Michael MarkFor the fourth time my mother
asks, “How many children
do you have?” I’m beginningto believe my answer,
“Two, Mom,” is wrong. Maybe
the lesson is they are not mine, not owned by me, and
she is teaching me about
my relationship with her. I wash my dish and hers. 
She washes them again. I ask why.
She asks why I care.Before bed she unlocks and opens
the front door. While she sleeps,
I close and lock it. She gets up. Unlocks it.“What I have, no one wants,” she says.
I nod. She nods.
Are we agreeing?My shrunken guru says she was up all night
preparing a salad for my breakfast.
She serves me an onion.I want her to make French toast
for me like she used to. 
I want to tell her about my pain,and I want her to make it go away.
I want the present to be as good as
the past she does not remember.I toast white bread for her, butter it,
cut it in half. I eat a piece of onion. 
She asks me why I’m crying.</a></label><br><a href="https://s3.eu-central-2.wasabisys.com/mastodonworld/media_attachments/files/112/940/445/827/156/455/original/bee8a4c100b8c9ab.jpeg" rel="external">https://s3.eu-central-2.wasabisys.com/mastodonworld/media_attachments/files/112/940/445/827/156/455/original/bee8a4c100b8c9ab.jpeg</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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Ian Kremer (lead_coalition@mastodon.world)'s status on Monday, 12-Aug-2024 06:58:56 JST Ian Kremer
If you have personal experience with #dementia, this #poetry rings true.
#Alzheimers #mindfulness
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1. "Visiting Her In Queens Is More Enlightening Than A Month In A Monastery In Tibet" by Michael Mark For the fourth time my mother asks, “How many children do you have?” I’m beginning to believe my answer, “Two, Mom,” is wrong. Maybe the lesson is they are not mine, not owned by me, and she is teaching me about my relationship with her. I wash my dish and hers. She washes them again. I ask why. She asks why I care. Before bed she unlocks and opens the front door. While she sleeps, I close and lock it. She gets up. Unlocks it. “What I have, no one wants,” she says. I nod. She nods. Are we agreeing? My shrunken guru says she was up all night preparing a salad for my breakfast. She serves me an onion. I want her to make French toast for me like she used to. I want to tell her about my pain, and I want her to make it go away. I want the present to be as good as the past she does not remember. I toast white bread for her, butter it, cut it in half. I eat a piece of onion. She asks me why I’m crying.
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