Ode to Alzheimer’s

She sits and stares 
At space and I wonder 
Where her train of thoughts takes her now?
She then smiles absentmindedly at me
What fragment of a well-worn life
Passes her broken mind?
I ask myself.

She asks my name
I tell her patiently
She has already forgotten 
That it has been told, just a while before.
She reaches out with trembling hands
I clasp hers and steady
Her hand in mine.

Oh, Alzheimer!
You stole this sweet woman!
I shudder as I watch her face
Turn blank again and as she whimpers soft
Lost in her fractured memory
My tears begin to fall


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