Jim Martin Poet Sonnet

Alzheimer's

I sit at the window just staring to space
A woman sits by me, they say she’s my wife
I try to remember, I look in her face
I know she’s been with me for most of my life.

My memory’s dying
Of that there’s no doubt
Will I become trying
Thus forcing her out.

I try to be cheerful,
I try to be brave
But I’m oh so fearful
Of how I’ll behave.

I live now in anger, I live now in rage,
My memory stolen because of my age.

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