Heather Croft
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Alzheimers
Sometimes he remembers what he was
His sadness prevails, you can see it in his eyes -
Not getting that job!
Disappointment let it be
Harried, rushed, up the tree
Whats important – you
not me me me -
Stressed Out!
Up at dawn, don’t be late
Must get there before its too late
Mundane jobs got to get through
Have I really thought this through? -
Coming Home Every Year
Coming home every year
Stripped away stress and fear
Left a grounded individual
Ready to start again.
