I love Alzheimer’s

when mom looks into my eyes
says “My baby girl. I love you.”
hugs me close
she lifts the world to my lips
pours gratitude through me

inconsequential then
that names are dead
past is gone
old us drowned

we float happy here

no longer up to us to judge or fix others
worry needlessly
fret about what we don’t have
who we aren’t
carry world weight
harbor regret

we are free together
every moment I let us be

so I let us be

becoming magic with her