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A tribute to my grandma’s strength, my grandpa’s battle with Alzheimer’s, and their lesson on what love really is.  
New light shines in the blue sky No confines No clouds that cry   But soon they come Unknown where from Beginning the storm
I missed you today   I sang a song that reminded me of sitting across from your atrophic mind, Telling you truths in a way that kept it off the pain long enough for you to rest your weary eyes
. . . so hush, little baby Baby, don't you cry. . .   Hey, Hey, now, Mr. Harvey! Lookin' all sharp and sweet, you do, sir! Yes, Sir! O o o h. . .
Sitting here in shadowed sorrow Not knowing the true pain of tomarrow Unable to see another face Being stuck here in this isolated place No recognition to be found Gustling of wind is the only sound
I can’t remember what I did yesterday Or the day before that Or the day before that. But that’s normal. Besides, I remember him. My husband left me long ago Left me in this hellhole of a nursing home.
The doors swing open Hospital disinfectant clogging your pores Flickering lights The endless shuffling of paper slippers One room is not empty: one room, on Valentine’s Day,
I heard the repeated questions
Forced to call home A room without comfort Sitting in a chair all day becomes less and less comfortable Do they ever move or talk or laugh?   I walk into a room filled with dead expressions
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
He remembers neither my name,
You may be gone, gone past all returning,  But I'll hold you like a candle in my heart.    And I know that this candle will keep burning,  Until my memories have flown apart.  
  Forgetting the world around me,in favor of the yester year, I fight the forgetfulness,the paralyzing fear   Pitying eye and cruel words, they look at me and see,
Be Strong Stay Strong For years I have seen you weakened For years I have longed for you in my life For years I listened and hoped in your ideas, promises, only to be hurt time and time
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