We all have momentary lapses in memory. We laugh and call them “Senior Moments” and sometimes, that’s all they are. But, for some of us, they are the beginning of Alzheimer’s and there is no way to determine which is which or what's next.
Take me on a Sunday trip.
I don't care - anywhere you want to go.
There was no card for me this year
That compared my eyes to the stars above.
There was no card for me
That professed undying love.
Goin’ to the farm.
See that dirt road wind.
I’m leavin’ all the problems
Of the city far behind.
I bought new sheets yesterday.
Last night we broke them in
I smell the cinnamon on your skin
The freshness of rain in your hair
The vanilla candles in moonlight
Cast a twilight glow to the air,
Over the years I have learned what it means. He is there to give me a lift when I need one, to challenge my logic when it is illogical, to hold my hand for no reason at all than to be close. He does a thousand little things that say, “I love you” better than any words ever will.
You ask for the book and then page through
Reading only the parts of interest to you.
You never get the whole story, yet
Yesterday I watched the interview of an eighth-grade girl in tears as she admitted that she was afraid to go to school. She feared that one day she would go into school and never come back out. Sometime yesterday, that is exactly what happened to a young man in Colorado.
In the half-light of morning
She struggles to lift the dark curtain
From her eyes
Daylight muffled by a pillow of clouds …