Scrounging like a cat

wandering through the fallen leaves

looking for her kittens.

An orphan

Searching for a memory

Of mom.

Mom’s dementia caused her brain

To imitate a lost bird without a flock.

 Cells causing accidents

 Without adhering to the traffic lights

 Of decision making.

After she died,

I found notes scattered

Through my condo

Where she wrote my address

As if a dancer repeating choreography

Until the steps were perfect.

 She wanted the anchor

 Of a sailboat

To know where she was.