Bobbie

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She shuffled to the piano
painfully, slowly,
supported
by the daughter
she no longer recalls.

Gnarled, stiff hands,
so fragile and thin,
grasp at sheet music
as unfamiliar as hieroglyphs.

She stared at those pages
and down at the keys
before finally, haltingly
plinking random notes.

This woman, once renowned
for her independence,
her stubbornness,
now frail and lost
within a home
she can't remember.

Playing piano in her
own private hell.

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
JUST THINK AND VISUALIZE

who could be in her band of demons. TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.

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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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An Alzheimer's hell

Is not as bad for those with the disease

{they don't remember what they've lost};

The true hell's for those who remember

What the victims used to be.

ravenmxravenmxover 18 years ago
Hits the heart

And saddens for one who can relate.

Very nicely done.

Honey123Honey123almost 19 years ago
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Sharp images with your words here,Min...life's little cruel jokes, huh?

~Honey

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