My neighbor,
Who has Alzheimer’s,
Who has forgot
Who I am and
Who her husband is
And what it was like to be
her before what she is now,
I think about
If her husband dies,
Who’s not doing well,
I wonder if she’ll care
When no one’s there
To clean the underwear.
But someone will be there,
Cause she won’t be there,
Not able to live alone,
Off to a nursing home.
I think my old boss would
Find this eerie since
He used to take pills
Around lunch time to
Make him calmer
In the thought of Alzheimer,
The memory-eating disease
That runs in his family.

M.R. – In response to Today’s word.

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