Alzheimers

by Jeanne Grant


 

I woke up today a feeling of terror

Got up, walked by, and looked in the mirror

Who is that person staring back at me?

Where did they come from, who do I see?

 

Changes are expected, they are the norm

But what the heck happened, that can't be my form

Where is my picture, please let me see

Where are my thoughts, where can they be?

 

Living with strangers, why am I here?

Looking around me filled with fear

Don't I have loved ones, none come around

I only see empty, I only see frowns

 

I woke up today, a feeling of glee

Looked in the mirror and what did I see

Staring back at me my shining face

Feeling so peaceful, no need to race

 

I see my beloveds looking at me

Filled with sadness, why, what do they see?

Can't they see that today I am here

Not so tomorrow, no memories held dear

 

I woke up today, a feeling of terror

Got up, walked by, and looked in the mirror

Who is that person staring back at me?

Where did they come from, who do I see?……

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 1-29-06, Jeanne Grant, all rights reserved.
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