As My Mind Goes
a poem for a loved one who died yesterday after a long battle with dementia

There is for all a silver wood
Of mists and streams and vines
Where we’ll return what’s lent from life
That which we once called “mine.”

To the oaks I give back my strength
As mists merge with my mind
To squirrels bequeath my playfulness
To deer, all that is kind.

Lightened now, my soul ascends
My eyesight fades away
Let rainbows rise to take me home
To the land that’s fairer than day.

Where sorrows and sighs shall be no more
Nor thorns infest the ground
And my failures viewed with mercy:
The old is passed, the new path found.
-Allegra Jordan, 2026