Grandma's Train

Her world is not what it seems when the mind is slowly losing itself Written in dedication to my Alzheimers/Dementia patients

Such loverly decor

Long halls with lots of cabins on either side

Older faces, like her own

Smiling, singing, some snoring away

She wonders. How much longer to Portland?

Here comes an attendant. So busy, look how her feet bustle.

Another woman at a cart. She's reading, but perhaps she won't mind.

"How much longer to Portland? Portland, Maine?"

"Oh we've got awhile. Here, I've got some meds for you."

So into the cup, click-clack, go the pills

A little glass of cold water

Down the hatch and into her belly

Away she goes, with her little red walker

Peering into a cabin, a fellow sleeping

He looks comfortable

All this walks sure has her tired

Now what was that girl's name?

She'll think of it later

Where had the train departed from?

Boston or Hartford?

WIll she think of it?

Who knows.

She's on the train to Portland, Maine

Her husband who works so hard and her daughter's smiling face

The hall opens

A lounge with soft chairs

Perfect place for a sit with a flick

Black and white, Lucy and her antics

"Would you like some juice, Ma'am?"

She chuckles. "Oh thank you dear."

Apple juice and ice cold water, perhaps an ice cream cup

The attendants on the train are so nice

She'll close her eyes

Destination so long away

And her lids are so tired and old knees are sore

Just a little nap as the train never moves

On its way to Portland, Maine