Visiting the Alzheimer's Patient
He never knows my name...
first impressions queued,
then consigned to riddle.
We're tablemates in the lunchroom,
each Monday a buffet of blank stares.
When I feed him,
others smile at the irony;
I'm not on his menu.
I probe the fog,
ask of here and now.
He answers from there and then,
a sliver of wit only he can see.
Ron
Heartbreaking. Alzheimer's is the cruelest disease--I took care of many a patient with this condition.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
This deeply touched
my heart...
It brought back some
memories of my dearly
departed grandmother...
Excellent write, on a
sad reality...
Trixie :)
Allen
Gina