Active Mind

When I come in to check on Bea this morning, she has the sweetest look in her eyes: “And I shall love thee until the seas run dry,” she says, then adds under her breath, “I don’t remember where that comes from.”

While her cream of wheat is cooking, I administer meds.

“Who prescribed these?” Bea demands, before she will swallow. “Dr. Millhofer?”

As I feed her breakfast, Mother asks what fruit she is eating.

“Tangerines,” I tell her.

“Wonder where they come from?”

Bea’s body may be failing, but what an active mind she has still!