Power of Memory

Her glassy eyes stare back at me.

They scream

For help,

For saving.


The mind calls to me.

It screams

For help,

For saving.


The mom I once knew



The woman in front of me

She screams


She fights and hits


I stare back at her

I scream 

With help

With hopes of saving


As the sun dies

So does my mom

Each night.

A monster taking her place.

A disease.


A disease with audacity

Stealing memory

Stealing my mom.


I fight for her,

I fight alongside her.


I fight for her world to be monsterless

I fight for her life

I fight for the sun to rise on her day


This poem is about: 
My family


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