I wrote this for my mother, who at the time was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s Disease.

Memory

Memory
increasingly
is something that abandons me.

My recall
will sometimes stall
and I'll remember not at all.

I could fret
or get upset,
but I choose something better yet:

laugh a lot
with every thought,
and then forget that I forgot!

Next poem: What Really Matters

Author: Jerry Dan Deutschendorf
from: Red Earth Whisperings
Part IV: Timeless Truths