Etched (an acrostic poem)

Engraving the picture of her face on his soul

This way he could never forget her

Carter hoped that was the case

His Alzheimer’s was getting worse, and on his good days it scared him

Even on his bad days, he knew something was wrong

Dementia had carved so much out of his life

 

Image: leadbitterglass.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/etched_glass_person_13391.jpg

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