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Alzheimer's
February 25, 2010
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
© Anonymous
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