Alzheimer's...

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 first failing--or I should say, when we first realized she was failing-it was September 2003.

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. :0)