By Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Helen peered out the open window. The sweet scent of jasmine reminded her of the garden she used to once tend with her mother, before things fell apart. She found her mother down the block in the middle of the night searching for her childhood home, with a confused look in her eyes.
After that she had to be placed in a nursing facility. Helen now lived in that same nursing home.
Her daughter Vanessa’s voice broke through the memories.
“Mom, let’s go for a walk.”
She smiled and studied Vanessa.
How long would it be until Alzheimer’s removed that image?
Thoughtful, artful and poignant.
Thought provoking, I liked it.
Aye, a poignant tale indeed.