My thoughts are coming undone,
slowly drifting into a fog of
forgetfulness, filled with confusion.
They are calling, I hear the echo
of their voices, but cannot clearly see
through the ever thickening haze.
Blindly seeking to find them
in a swirling mist of
missing moments,
reaching into the darkness,
hoping to bring them home.
Sometimes, a brilliant sun rises,
rays of clarity pierce the veil,
forcing the clouds and the shadows
to fade, I collect the ones I can,
trying to trap them in my heart
and penning them to a page.
I don’t want to lose them,
what happens when they’re gone?
How will I know who I am
and how will I know who I was?
If I forget, you’ll tell me if I will listen,
I promise I will try to listen.
Crystal R. Cook
The Qwiet Muse 
You write poetry. About Alzheimer’s. Good poetry at that… 🙂
I have on my face, not a smile, per se, but that slight raise at the corners of the mouth, and a light sparkle in the eyes which denotes that moment when a person realises they might have just stumbled across something rather wonderful 🙂
Gonna nose around. But I think I already like it here 🙂
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It’s like we’re playing smile tag :o) This time though, ya kind of made my heart smile.
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Smile tag sounds good, but heart-smiles sounds like we’re onto a Good Thing 🙂
I think, for now, I shall leave it at ‘well met’ 🙂
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