star chart…

aunt bea
said
i have
a small jar
of
gold stars
on
my office shelf
each
one
represents
someone
i’ve loved
or
grew up with
when
a friend
passes on
i
place their star
on
a picture
of
the night sky
in
my bedroom
and
though
the jar
grows
empty
and
my loneliness
grows
i see
the heavens
full
of stars
when
i rest my head
at night
and
that
gives
me
hope

acquired alzheimer’s …

tears welled
in
eyes
voice strong
but
dry
as if
reciting a prayer
saying
you’ve grown old
you cannot recall
childhood memories
silly games
gentle touches
bedtime prayers
or
laughter
into the night
it’s all
been clouded
by
guilt-full lies
but
as i die
my child
i swear
you’ve
not
heard
the truth