Parkinsons Avenue - Words of Sympathy
It begins with
The smaller things
To forget a word here
Lose something there
But soon the world
Becomes somewhat of a blur
She smiles and nods
The portrait of a Lady
Like she knows what’s going on
But when it’s time to speak her piece she stumbles over the words
The phrases are lost
She can only say No
Or simply start over with Let’s see
We smile reassuringly
Laugh it off
We forget things too
But we know when to eat dinner
We can still drive our cars
We all reach a point
When all we have
Is our mind and the memories
Who can remind you of them
If they’ve already gone?
My biggest fear is that
She will forget
She has forgotten
And we all become
A blur
Of walking memories
(by Kathryn E. Milligan)