He seemed just a little displaced
In the checkout room
There will be no more gardening
Anytime soon

wheelchair frayed from
years of bump and stall
Racing into hectic nurses
In the hall

As we placed dad in the car
He asked for a scent
He looked at my mom
And demanded where she went

I've been here, she said
Always by your side
Not a moment wasted
In ancient pride

But I'm not the woman
Who's company you'd keep
I'm not the woman
You cried for in your sleep
I'm not the woman who's
Smell you recall to this day
I'm the one you don't remember
from your wedding day

It was not the first time
We'd seen her break down
But dad sat, his eyes glazed
He made not a sound

He touched all our faces
And tried to mouth our names
The uncle in the driver's seat
Was the one who's memories came