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Why do eyes leak,
when words are said,
"I want to be with my father,"
who has been gone for
over thirty years.
I observed this, behavioral
change of the past several months.

No longer the worry,
No longer the care,
No longer the hurry,
Now just despair.

The Simon and Garfunkel lyrics,
"Slip, Sliding Away" is how
I describe my wife's journey
from Early Onset Dementia,
into the perils of Alzheimer's.
A person of intelligence, who
cannot/does not know the name
of any item. As a result,
she does not respond to any
issue or direction. A small child
who doesn't remember from
day to day or minute to minute.
Her inability to cope with daily
routines is difficult as she
does not remember where she
is, where rooms are or the
fixtures which are essential
for her daily needs.
She no longer acknowledges
she has this diagnosis. She did
understand in the beginning,'
January 2017 diagnosis, of Dementia.

Red, rode the waves.
It was ridden hard.
Keep your deeds close,
remove the hidden card.
Peel off the caves,
remember the word.
"Don't believe others"
not even those read,
stay loose with life,
no matter your choice.
Do the right thing,
then you can rejoice.
Fret not about others,
or the words which
they write or the lies
which you will hear
every day and all night.
Be your own master
in the field which you love
and avoid others who
attack from above.
My brain is addled,
I no longer know
what to do, except
think of others.
Others like you.

Write words of tomorrow,
about your future days.
Write not of sorrow,
write to the reader,
about what works for you.
Show them why you must
write and edit too.

How grey the morning.
How bright the day.
It won't be the same
When you've gone away.

From dusk to dawn,
across mountain and plain,
in search of my love,
to be with her again.

I sit next to her,
she is my wife,
every day it seems,
all of my life.

Her memory is almost
gone from her.
It is this awareness
and what I fear.
I am afraid now,
like never before.
Afraid my love,
will be no more.

A close friend is gone,
from this disease.
I must pray to God,
get down on my knees.
"Please spare her," I say.
Don't leave now,
don't go away.

Remember the day.
Remember the night,
Our future looked
good and bright.

Unfortunately, it seems
our expectations have
been lost,
even our dreams.

She said to me,
"I can't recall yesterday,
what we did
or the words we said."

Fire burning bright,
A flickering light.
Wood is green,
Wet to you.
Smoke curls
Around the room.

Last night was different,
last night was strange.
You didn't know
our children's names.
You asked me again,
over and over to say,
"How many children do we have<
what are their names?"