Alzheimer’s Disease


an inflamed brain,

the tangles within neurons

knotted messages are lost

in translation.

she walks around the house

with the same energy as the

ballerina lost in a different life,

the same mother and grandmother

with babies by her side

less of a sharp mind

more of missing puzzle pieces.

confusion clouds her eyes

wondering where we are going

who we are going with and why.

She loves to swim

to feel the sand between her wrinkly toes

but refuses to jump into the water.

The names of grandchildren

are forgotten but the years she spent in

vancouver are not forgotten like how

she walked on the boardwalk and

got vanilla ice cream dipped in caramel sauce.


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