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Alzheimer’s 97

April 3, 2009

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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  1. April 4, 2009 6:10 am

    Synaptic inaccuracies and new realities–yes, so true.

    Well or unwell, our reality is a shape-shifting, fragile thing.

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