Mismatched sentences and goofy smiles
Questions that don’t make sense,
And statements that aren’t quite lies
All in an effort to hide
To cover up the effects of age – of disease
In ways that only proclaim its speed.
This time next year,
she probably won’t remember me
There are prices we pay when we choose to leave.
One thought on “Distance & Disease”
I keep telling Granny of you my beautiful girl, hoping that she will have a hint of memory when she sees you again…
This thief Alzheimer’s has taken far too much of her away already…makes my heart ache…