Today was one of those days...
no, not one of ~those~ days...
one of those increasingly rare
few and far between totally special
days when she forgets that she forgot
how to walk and she gets up
out of her chair and goes on a little jaunt
around her house, touching things
that were hers but that - mostly -
might as well be gone for all she cares
because nothing, on those other days,
feels familiar. But today!
Well today was one of those days
when she forgot that she forgot
how to walk and how to talk
and how to be Doris.
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good poem, dear
I didn't know it at the time, but it was to be about her last truly day.... it was definitely the last day that she got up and walked independently.