Testimonial
Octogenarian
Frail, you make lists to remind
Of things for which you’re grateful
Life’s random acts
Conjured through Alzheimer’s fog
You forgive your enemies
Misplace the lists
Forget whom you’ve forgiven
Even the face across the table
Your only daughter
A younger image of yourself
Upbeat, full of life, a star
A fallen oak tree
Branches become ashes, burn
Brightly in dying embers
Your flame swiftly fades
Like honored soldiers gone
Before, the cannons will soon fire
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