All Comments on 'Primary Progressive Aphasia'

My bff just found out her great aunt, once a poet herself, has PPA in which one's brain losses its ability to create and process language. This thought horrifies me and found its way into my writing.

It's a horror, Lesse. Sometimes people live too long. Wife and I have decided that it wont happen to us, and hold to that promise inspite of where we are now. Can't imagine it.

Such a terrifying prospect. Can't imagine living that reality. I could definitely feel the anxiety and fear in this poem too.

Well, is nice the right word? Yes, I think so. The poem captures a part of our lives and does so both well and gently.