Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Most of the time the future was pretty clear for her

It might not be the most exciting or glamorous, but it was predictable, just the way she wanted

So imagine her surprise when things started being murky

The fog descended on her future, and she was so scared she never took another step.

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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Scared (an acrostic poem)

Slipping behind the unsuspecting teenagers

Catching them totally flatfooted

As I swing my ax in a gleeful arc

Red blood squirting everywhere

Even blinding me for a moment.  I panic and wipe it away

Damn, that was a frightening moment for me.

 

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