“Five minutes ago escapes him as he chases 1934, unaware of the present beauty out the window, the banks of windswept snow— or his wife, humming in the kitchen, or the twilit battles in Korea, or me when he remembers that I am his son.” PoetryPoemMemoryIllnessForgettingForgetfulnessRememberingAlzheimers Author:Anthony Walton
“He sits, silent, no longer mistaking the cable news for company— and when he talks, he talks of childhood, remembering some slight or conundrum as if it is a score to be retailed and settled after seventy-five years.” ThinkingPoetryPoemRememberingDementiaAlzheimersBrains Author:Anthony Walton
