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.