Alzheimer’s Disease
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(For Diane and Judy) There is something I forgot;A name, though I still knowMost faces or perhaps a word.I misplace faces, names and wordsPronounced until they vanish, Disappearing in caverns…There are many empty, dark places.Do you remember that early SeptemberBy the lake? We water skiedAnd watched for bears while pickingBerries. On the north shore, geeseGathered
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This past week I drove past the home of a couple that I briefly had known. Judy and Diane lived next door to me while I lived at a place I came to call Hermits Pond. The following is a poem I wrote for them. The poem deals with the early onset of Alzheimer’s Disease.
Charles van Heck's Woodhull Journal 