As Months Go By
As months go by I see the years
Recede, and with them hopes and fears;
Long-held beliefs; and cherished dreams;
Relationships with softer gleams.Alzheimer's is a strange disease
Slowed in her case, increased in ease,
By chemicals – they worked for her –
Made life less like a buzzing stir.She mentioned just how strange it was
When she arrived from East because
Toronto landscape different looked
Than grassland – even in the books.Then suddenly I realized
She spoke of childhood’s move because
It was the world she came into
When father came to take church new.I said, “But you'd be quite young, then”,
She said, “I was – long time till ten”.
She went on, “Then few people drove,
'Twas slower then, some horses rode.So, roaring twenty's ’fore the crash
Is now her decade – glad I asked;
Few details from her life lived now
Stick in her memory somehow.I saw a guy on TV say:
“I read ’fore bed to wife each day”;
“She doesn't know just who are you”;
“But, I know her – thus, read I do”.navigation