Acrostic:
Walter W. Smith, Jr. My Brother
An Alzheimer's Story
©Olan L. Smith, May 4th 2019 (My brother's birthday)
Walt is lost, in his mind, without
A sense of time, where the memories
Lost forever, and are forgotten
The moment they occur; a paradox.
Enemies around every turn,
Remembering dead people who
Walk with him, and then
Suddenly, Walt slips back into today,
Mom is gone, Grandma too.
In the depths of the extant where
Tangles block and tackle thoughts;
Herald the facts, what facts?
Jimmy open the door for a peak,
Retreat into the darkness, petrified.
My brother's mind was systematic;
Yet, in disorder, he tries to
Bring order to bedlam; where is Grandma?
Remember back when you saw her last,
Olan? I replied, at the funeral home, Walt.
That can't be I saw her yesterday. We
Had her over for Sunday dinner.
Even now, I am in her home; verify,
Recall that I'm correct. Where is Mom?
YOU ARE READING
Olan L. Smith's Short Stories
Short StoryI have, over time, written many short stories,"Short-Shorts" as they are call by some, and by request I am putting them together into one collection for my readers; I will be adding to it as time allows. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan
