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

 

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Memory (an acrostic poem)

Music played softly in the background

Emily smiled at her husband, watching him conduct the band in his mind

Matt was brilliant with a baton in his hand.  It was something he was born to do

Oscar had said as much during Emily and Matt’s wedding ceremony

Reaching out to touch Matt, Emily smiled at that reminiscence

Yet she accepted that that recollection was gone for him, like so many others

Not a Good Day (a 200 word story)

Dried out memories rolled across my barren mindscape as I searched for a landmark, something to show me the way.  Anxiety caused dust devils to swirl and dance, obscuring the horizon and leaving me feeling disoriented.

I began to stumble along the dusty surface of my thoughts, but every time I thought I had found something familiar, I had only wandered right back to where I had started.  The sameness of my mind was foreign and scary.

Disembodied voices shouted all around me, but every time I tried to focus on them, they faded to echoes.

I tried to cry out, but only a shriveled inhuman cry escaped my parched lips.  I slumped to the ground, closed my eyes, and cried myself to sleep.


“I’m sorry,” the nurse said.  “George isn’t having a good day.”

Nancy looked at her father as tears escaped from his closed eyes and drifted down the deep wrinkles embedded in his cheeks. She gently whipped some of the tears away and gave him a light kiss.

“Dad doesn’t have many good days anymore,” she said with her voice breaking a little.  “But I still love him.”


I finally felt comfort and smiled as I dreamed.