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”.

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