I already knew.
In the photos
her smile flounders
before it finds her eyes.
She is missing,
though her body
moves, leaves the kettle
to boil dry, starts something
for dinner, while the last
idea burns.
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Shawn L. Bird 
So poignant Shawn. You just painted a picture of my mother who had Alzheimers and died18 years ago on Nov. 1st.
My sympathies. That fading is so sad to see.