Where does the mind go? I often wonder.
It stares for a long while and saunter
It gazes at so many things, so many passing things.
Could they be memories?
How can I tell?
They pass by so quickly, just like the swift of a moving train
Where does the mind go? I can’t tell you now.
Sometimes I notice a vacant smile, followed by the twinkle of an open eye.
What’s going on in there? I wonder
Sometimes with a wondering eye I do see a hint of passion through those peering eyes.
Those peering eyes makes me think of music and dancing, ball room and picnics.
I wonder if that’s what’s going on in there.
I think of the sounds of music too.
I see notes flying two by two, and think of the swift moves of high heel shoes and nylons….
I beg you tell me, what’s going on in there?
Perhaps if I give you music you will be cheered, and tell me when and how it went
What’s going on in there? I wonder.
Just like I thought, it was dancing high heels and nylons, ballrooms and picnics
So here I go I will wonder no more, because off she goes on a gliding path, dancing to the rhythms of the sound of music!
-Andria Patricia Harris/Dementia Living LLC /08/19/19