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Somewhere There is a Glimpsefor all the times that we sit and listen to them we begin to wonder are they there really there we listen to them over and over wishing and then one day we wake up fix our meal and they talk somewhere there is a glimpse of who they were you sit down at the table and listen and absorbing everything the next morning you get up bright and early hoping but the glimpse of their old self is gone and you mourn somewhere there is a glimpse of who they were its hard to believe a disease can cause all this agony we try to grasp a meaning to what is happening we cant seem to come to grips with alzheimers itself we only react to the visual - that is mom - and yet somewhere there is a glimpse of who they were the hardest part of this is watching the decline they go from who we remember to a total stranger the body looks the same but they arent the same alzheimers has taken the core of the one we love away somewhere there is a glimpse of who they were Vote for this poem
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