Dementia She puts her shoes in the fridge And the eggs on the mat Her hat in the pantry And the bananas on a hook Her purse in the microwave And a mug of water on the table She puts herself on the couch And something on the tv Her purse is done She hears the ding But she’s forgotten what dings mean So she just sits there calmly Waiting for something Until a man whose name She sometimes can't remember Comes home And steps on the eggs