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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Whispers (an acrostic poem)

Waiting to hear your voice again

How is it I can’t remember it

I thought I would never be able to forget

Still I saved your last voicemail

Purposely so I would have at least one part of you with me

Even if it only said something about getting milk, you did say you loved me

Right now I would give anything to hear that again

Should have backed up my phone

 

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