A Slipping Mind

Some randomness you will find

When a loved one has a slipping mind

As though a child was placed in charge

When the stress had become too large

I am going through my mom's things and finding things tucked in the strangest places.  One of my last memories of her was taking her shopping at a consignment store.  She bought everything that the woman put in front of her.  I just wanted her to be happy.  But, in reality she was mostly wearing comfy pajamas and her dreams of getting dressed to go places was not in her future.  Well, except for doctor appointments that seemed to come all the time and lunch afterwards...  So besides clothes she bought a collection of used expensive perfumes.  She would line them up and smell them like each scent was taking her away somewhere in the past.  

Well, now my mom is passed and we are going through her things.  I have found nail files, color pencils and pens, lipsticks, hair accessories, beads, and scissors in the most random places.  She has almost 2 shoe boxes of lipsticks.  It has been 6 months since she passed and I cleaned her night stand and closet.  2 of my sisters feel that Mom is slowly being erased because of this. Everyone has picked out special things to keepsake. They want me to go slow, but my dad is in his 90s and I want to enjoy him without all of stuff to go through.  Enjoy photos, meals, talks, and great grandkid time.  We are working in the sunroom that was my mom's art storage room.  Last year it had been infested by rats!  My dad's office got stacked here and there so a great grandson could live here to go to college. There are boxes everywhere and a full garage of things. Every box is full of random things...SO, I thought of this poem.