This is Part II of two parts of a poem called “That You Remember Me.” This was written in reference to Alzheimer’s Disease, which afflicts so many people and their families. I wondered what it must be like to realize that one’s mind is becoming forgetful. The victim must fear being forgotten, just as they are forgetting. How frightening that must be. Please give generously to the Alzheimer’s Foundation.
That You Remember Me
I love to watch a baseball game, or listen to the birds. I love to tell you secrets. I love to hear your words. * I love for you to sit with me; perhaps you’ll hold my hand and tell me that you love me— that I’ll understand. * My mind has ways of taking me where I don’t want to go. I know I know your name, you see; just right now it’s hard for me to think of things I really know, and to know what really is and what may not be so. * Though I might forget you, it’s important that you see just how much it means to me that you remember me.* * *
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