| ALZHEIMERS Her eyes wander as though walking the halls of yesterday Peering out behind misty panes of bleary glass Trying to push aside the cobwebs that stream about Like the loosely blowing tendrils of her carefree youth She can’t see enough of anything Nor can she comprehend the little she does glean out For everything is scattered Like the box of pick up sticks that were strewn across the floor By a group of laughing children Patterns that make no sense to anyone She is distressed and one spare second later gleeful She frowns but the lines on her face are confused and feather upward Mimicking a smile Her movements are delicate and teetering A tightrope walker without the benefit of a net If she slips her bones will break her fall She used her lipstick case for a drinking glass tonight And I remember her flawless features painstakingly painted Elegant and perfectly made up just so And felt the sadness of her demise She glared at me as if I were at fault Had misplaced her proper cup Then said to me perhaps it would be best if she were to go to bed And I saw a bit of the grace she once had As I pulled up the quilt and tucked her in I saw a bit of what she used to be Reflected in the tear that shone upon that wrinkled cheek The fact of now and then meant nothing anymore A battle was fought her every waking hour A war that no one ever wins by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: WINTER |
