Alzheimers

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My grandfather, in his simple way, informed me that he has dementia. Twice, today, he informed me that he has dementia and he is lucky. He forgot. And he forgets that he forgot.
Who is she? The one who takes care of me? Is she the one I loved, But yet I don’t remember her, From yesterday or any of the days before.  
Dear Grandma Great, I've learned so much from you, but there's much you don't recall I know it's in there somewhere, but you can't find it all. You made me laugh when I wanted to cry
I am from arable land From tall scratching grass and hum of electric cattle wire I am from stolen sweetpeas and muddy carrots, slipped through to the old white draft-horse
Too Fast   Time, slipping away out of my buttery-like grasp, escaping from my memory, seeming uncapable to catch, ticking further from reach.   They never lie when they say,
I watched with a broken heart, and tears in my eyes, As my beloved grandmother, took hold of her eternal prize. She suffered greatly in this world,
The world’s best computer Here in my head, Is all I need Until I am dead.   The ability to reason And think and decide, If I should run Or if I should hide.  
"Who are you?" My family had no clue who I am, And it crushed me every time. They were scared, not knowing where they were. I'm scared I'm next. They struggled to remember.
Who are you? I'm Kimberlyn -    The one who spent Every weekend, And those sticky, sweet, Georgia summers At your house making memories.   The one that glistened Every Christmas
It slowly crawls behind a person  Like a shadow in the early stages of life The few who leave early  do not get consumed by something so divine 
A twinkling shade of innocenceA meteor in a pitch-black nightA tranquil glance with adorationA significant message to a blank mindThe blankness at a speckA tradegy diffuses itself
I still remember when you used to look at me without glossed over eyes, I still remember when you took me fishing as we sat for hours beneath the bright and shining sky.
"There is magic every night. A celestial tide. Capture pen and parchment light, Unstitch the ever darkened skies, And print its memories. To keep these visions long alive, Rest your eyes.
Honey, hold me tight I may have to leave soon Kiss me softly like you have so many times Whisper “I love you” in my ear as sweet as you have before
  Disease: dark, empty. Waiting for hours. That strange thing, of disappearing   It would be just me, if she vanished. The world beyond was black.
(poems go here) As he wakes all is forgotten Opening a new world full of the unknown Our eyes swell with tears While we sit back and feel the pain Not knowing what he will forget next My life is stuck on repeat
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