PermanentA Poem by Pippa StoneheartAlzheimer's disease is more than just that. It swallows a whole lot more than just good memories.I treasure each sight of you sleeping And recall when you tucked me in Still, I hear your lullabies While on the chenille blanket, I lie Each laugh you make, I cherish For soon those giggles shall perish Your chortle is music to my ear No one chuckles like grandma, dear And I wake up at sunrise Half the bed’s made, no one at my side And downstairs I run to see you Prepare breakfast for us two But these have turned to memories All those we’ve shared, I reminisce And it seems one’s time is borrowed Now, I face an episode of sorrow Down at you, I smile I see you’ve aged, except the eye Whose twinkle never fades You’ll never know what really changed But when I asked you “Who am I?” You fought a grin and forced a sigh I’d rather you didn’t hear But your answer was something I couldn’t bear
Forgotten was the life you lived with me Forgotten were the days of glee My face, my voice, my name you can forget But my love for you is permanent © 2011 Pippa StoneheartAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 27, 2011 Last Updated on January 27, 2011 AuthorPippa StoneheartBoston, MAAboutI am Pippa Stoneheart, the soon-to-be phenomenal, anonymous online writer. more..Writing
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