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Anne Williams: Alzheimers

Anne Williams

Sep 01 2015

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Alzheimers

The shell’s there, the smile

The familiar mannerisms

The kindness, the love

But mocked by the mind

 

The foggy swirl of

Half remembered words

Dim memories of life

Remnants of habits

 

I see the fear in his eyes

Frail, bewildered

(Barry Humphries’ words now unfunny)

Craving love, protection

 

One minute a boy,

Then a glimpse of my father

Seeing himself going

So cruel; this living dying.

 

Anne Williams

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