From the perspective of my grandma
I fear you're slipping through my fingers my dear
Your name on the tip of my tongue but I still can't find it
You'll always remember the memories we've made together
But I was in the room you were born and you're just a stranger to me now
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From my perspective
Oh mummo, you're just the same as you've always been
But your mouth moves faster than your brain and your thoughts come out mixed up
You might not remember me but I'll always remember Sunday morning mcdonalds
I'll always remember going to Illinois with you and pappa
That's all I ever need and as long as you're not scared
Neither am I
You may not be the same as when I was younger, but you're still all there
-1:59 PM
(Fuck alzheimers)
YOU ARE READING
Seasons- Poetry
PoetryOriginal poetry By me "You've always meant something to me, I just don't know what that is yet." --May 31st, 2023, 10:03 AM . Credit to cover photo photographer . Tws sexual assault gender dysphoria death suicide abuse . This is for Marceline & Marc...
