Rage against the spoons

Rage against the spoons

forks, knives that she insists
have to be divided into their own set
when they come out clean
even though they are used interchangeably
from whichever drawer is closest
when cutlery is required.

Rage against the overflowing shelf
of food storage containers
and pile of extra lids,
so many glasses
dishes, duplicates.

I couldn’t wait to leave home
so I could do things My Way
And now here I am
with family again
but the zip code and the territory is new.

Rage against the quirks of a plaque-addled brain.
Why must she…
Why can’t she…
This is mild! It’s only going to get worse.
Remembering how we were then
how it is now
with a senior-parent/child.

Rage against the new reality.

8 thoughts on “Rage against the spoons

  1. Good, descriptive poem. Same life, strange strife, when Alzheimer patients move to a new location. Love you, as you both adjust. Jim and Bonnie send regards, well wish, enough warmth, enough fellowship. What is your new neighborhood like? Any new-found neighbors? P.S. Most problems with the new reality is how similar it is to the old reality.

    On Tue, Mar 23, 2021 at 12:06 AM Words from JeanMarie wrote:

    > JeanMarie posted: ” Rage against the spoons forks, knives that she > insistshave to be divided into their own setwhen they come out cleaneven > though they are used interchangeably.from whichever drawer is closestwhen > cutlery is required. Rage against the overflowing shel” >

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