Anne Victim of Alzhiemer Diesase

Anne Your words pierce me like the dagger of my demise The cold neglect burns hot against my flesh Scarring the heart of lonely discarded dreams. Your words clank across sharp teeth, icy and dismissive of my worth Priceless are the treasures of life; would you call me your treasure? Your unspoken words stand like a wall tower to the heavens Unpenetreble by tender longings of a girls heart To be safe, loved and cherished has passed me by I shall fade away a little each day I shall see who notices, let me hide; will you seek me? Do I remember you? do I remember love? 09/10/2015 by Doris Ann Kendrick Culverhouse