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Alzheimer's

By , Fairfield, CT
The smell of purell burns my nose
Tears run down my cheeks
Yet you sit there in the wheelchair
As you’ve been for weeks
You’ve forgotten how to walk, eat and bathe,
You can’t comprehend
The memories you gave

This disease
This magic eraser
For the scrabble games
The Seders
The fun spent on weekends

A special place in your heart
I filled
But I know that
It’s vanished
I no longer exist

Grandpa,

I miss you

Your soul

The way you used to laugh

But now you just sit there

You don’t know who I am





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