The ceiling fan smooth and silver
Circling round and round.
Smoothly, evenly, quietly.
Wish that I could.
The black framed pictures on the wall
Sitting behind the glass.
Safe, secure, protected.
Wish that I could.
The bedside table lamp
My clicking the switch.
Shining easily, brightly, freely.
Wish that I could.
The disease called Alzheimer’s
Fostering its insidious ways.
Reeking havoc each morning and evening
Wish that I could not.
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