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I see you, Laying in the bed, At the nursing home. You are clinging, To the few memories, That altzeimer’s hasn’t erased. I am just another person in the room. If we’re related, Why should it matter? You can’t remember me anyways. All the memories I have of you, Are very vague. Except for the memories, From last July. Your daughter and I visited you, Every other week. I enjoyed every minute, Of the days I got to see you. To you, It didn’t mean much. But to me, It ment everything. In two weeks, This whole memory, Will be erased. We’ll come back, And re-write it. Again and again.
Forgettable Visits
