The picture is a fixture
On the refrigerator that is my memory
Magnetically affixed
Like other neurological treasures–
A drawing I was fond of
A letter that wished me to get better
The smell of cookies just out of the oven 30 years ago
The sound of my nephew’s voice as he
Called me uncle for the first time last October
The picture however is of her
From a distant autumn day
When the wind had its way
Playing through her hair
I place it on my memory fridge
So farewell I will not bid
Like the other treasures
That Alzheimer’s has haphazardly buried
One day the fridge will be almost bare
And nothing else will stick to its surface
And all the little tricks I know
To keep memory fit and Alz slow
Will steal the picture
Of the girl who wanted to play my game
