Working at home

 Heard her scream.

Mom had fallen

Into the space

Between the toilet bowl

And the wall.

When I entered the bathroom

Her twig like arms

Maneuvered onto the toilet seat

The caregivers hadn’t arrived

Flushed with relief

That mom hadn’t been injured.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m just clumsy.

My legs aren’t working”

Her louie body dementia,

Was prowling her with

Loss of control of

Physical movements

Mom’s spiral had carved out

Pieces of my flesh.