They diagnosed me with Alzheimer's,
Said I would regress,
And release all the latter things first,
To the point, I guess,
That I would not remember
Many things I'd grown to like.
I’d forget my loving children,
And even how to ride a bike.
I pray the memories of pain dissolve,
And hope old hurts will heal,
And wonder if events so easily erased,
Were ever even real.
Said I would regress,
And release all the latter things first,
To the point, I guess,
That I would not remember
Many things I'd grown to like.
I’d forget my loving children,
And even how to ride a bike.
I pray the memories of pain dissolve,
And hope old hurts will heal,
And wonder if events so easily erased,
Were ever even real.
-jenn long
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