“Alzheimer’s” By George Sorrentini

Editors Note: The following is a poem submission from writer George Sorrentini. -M.P.


I hate my Grandfather!

He has forgotten everything about me!


He has forgotten my birthday,


and all the fun times we had.


He has forgotten the 5AM fishing trips we went on

and Grandma’s loving kiss.


He has forgotten the times he played the piano

while I sang and danced.


He has forgotten his favorite dinner

and that 1940’s record that he just loved to play.


But what hurts me the most,

is that he has forgotten my name.


To my Grandpa,

every memory is a discarded ash

inside a cracked ash tray.



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