My mom died from Alzheimer's a few years ago, and as I was cleaning my computer files I ran across this poem I wrote when she was failing...
Alzheimer’s
The stranger comes silently
like a wisp, or a vapor
seeing who it can devour
not all at once, in a gulp,
but in tiny little bites
It creeps in, uninvited
robbing memories
robbing personalities
robbing families
without a conscience
Mom and Dad--this is one of my favorite pictures of them. I think it was an anniversary and they are out west somewhere. Dad put his camera on a post or something, then ran around and got in the picture. It makes me smile.
Take care,
Jill
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