WhiTE chOcOLaTEs
(A Voice for Victims of Alzheimer's)
If I never remember why I wrote this poem,
At least, I will have captured it.
I can study the lines,
Read between them.
Analyze, demystify,
Even proselytize.
Whatever message I derive.
It's still my mind, after all.
If I never remember why I wrote this poem,
At least, I can celebrate.
Cheer the process, the production,
any hidden eloquence in it's lines.
I can assign different meanings
Than I originally intended.
I find joy in the printed page,
For brief moments of clarity,
Because you are here,
Even if I can't remember why.
Hold my hand.
Hug my soul.
Cherish time.
Make me laugh.
Help me through the day.
And I, in return, will love
you forever. In heaven,
When I can remember again,
I will keep watch,
To keep you safe.
And in my remaining lucid moments,
Just know, I still love mint ice cream,
White chocolates, and walks on the beach.
What girl doesn't?
Know that I am in here.
I see you. I love you.
And,
I thank you.
Please remember me this.