Alzheimers Disease

Written by: Laura Hassell

I fear my memories have become 
The summer of my days 
Slowly fades like the falling leaves 
of autumn. 
Now hidden under a cold winters 

Fractured memories
Breaks stronger with the passage of 
The mirror of my life 
dances a delicate map in my 
Oh would that I could hold on to 
those dreams!
Each passing day slowly clutches 
them into darkness.
The greedy hand clasps who I was 
Knuckle white
Offering no mercy
Or kindness. 

I am but a shard of mirror now.