Alzheimer's the Wife by C.K. Williams
Improv
My mother used to recite stories every day to me,
Stories that I heard time and time again,
To her they were real and new to present.
Each time she told of the time she farted on the toilet
I had to laugh even when it was so routine.
A genuine laugh, because she could tell if i faked
My mouth goes crooked and show half my teeth.
But for her i could do anything, for her love.
And when she would forget something about me
My age my, school grades, my friends,
I don't take it personally, she doesn't forget me.
She recognizes me on the hospital bed
She knows my name when all others blur,
She shares my love with her last remaining thoughts.
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