Alzheimer’s 97

She is in there, still.

Although sometimes

Gone back to childhood.

Memories and moments

Now dance together,

Creating new realities

For her,

For us.

I am you  – and you are me – and we are she -

Connected by love,

Shared experience

And synaptic inaccuracies.

As she shrinks,

The enormity of her influence

Is more apparent.

But then,

I think we always knew

We were in the presence

Of greatness.

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