I love Alzheimer’s
when mom looks into my eyes
says “My baby girl. I love you.”
twinkles
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
entirely
every moment I let us be
so I let us be
becoming magic with her