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I sat and watched quietly
   the shuffle of her feet,
   the forceful lean upon the walker
and I wondered –   how did it come to this?

Just yesterday she knew my name,
   last week she appeared to be herself
   and spoke clearly plans for the holidays
and I concurred –   we’d travel to be with family.

Then in the night, the darkness came
   it surrounded her in triumph,
   unawares she called out to me
and there it was  - the strangest feeling of not knowing.

She’s not that old, barely forty-eight
  you know it’s the new thirty-one
  when all the world lay at your feet
looking forward to retirement -  never meant  to come.

How many years lead to this
  while we were planning futures and travels,
  working hard and saving up
for  years to share -  then reality set in we were already there.


A view of Alzheimers from the outside.

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