(An Alzheimer’s Tale)
I have a wall in my room
Where family pictures are displayed.
Precious to me, almost as much
As the people they portray.
I gaze upon these faces
Time, and time again.
Knowing each one, each smile
The who, the what, the when.
I think about the joyous times
And the missteps along the way
How people change, grow up and love
In pictures thus conveyed.
One day it seems the wall’s transformed
Strange faces do I see
Where are my friends, my loved ones?
Where's my family?
For though the pictures remain the same
Each in their proper place
Recalling them not manifests
My shameful fall from grace.
But I’ll leave the pictures mountedthus
And count my blessings still
The proof is there upon the wall
Of all my dreams fulfilled.