Thoughts About Memory

I wrote this poem after speaking with my aunt who suffered from the dreadful disease of Alzheimer’s.

Sweet memories of my life

I pray you come back to me today

They are not any different from yesterday

but I know I will not be sure

about remembering tomorrow.

I just want to remember today;

right now without having

to slap myself in the face,

to help me see the me I forgot

the image of the me

I see so much in the photo albums

She tells me

I used to love to look at.

Help her understand;

Yesterday is gone.

Tomorrow

Well, I may not be here tomorrow.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

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