A/N: Before I begin this chapter, I'm going to give you a warning that applies to all future poems regarding this matter. I would just like you to be aware that I am not a doctor nor have I had any personal experiences with the disease. While I have done some research on the topic that will be discussed, due to the fact that this is simply a draft, it has not been as extensive as it should be. I sincerely apologize for any false representations that you may find, but I did the best I could under the circumstances to maintain accuracy. My intention is not to offend anyone, and if you simply politely point out any misconceptions I will address and fix them ASAP.
Namenda, Razadyne, Exelon, and Aricept are all types of medication.
There will be references to poker in this chapter, so I'm going to give you a little info for those that don't play.
Suit--A type of card (King, Queen, Jack, etc.)
Hand--The cards you are holding.
Poker Face/Bluff--Pretending you have a good hand when really you don't.
Call--When everyone agrees to show their cards.
Chip--Used to gamble with. They represent real monetary value that can be cashed in.
Pot--Center of the table, where everyone places their bets.
With all of that, I hope you enjoy the chapter.
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dear mom,
i don't think you fully understood the ripple effect your actions would have
when you vanished into thin air like a card trick
that sometimes it's the little things i miss
like your cooking
not because i particularly liked it
in fact it was the opposite
but
because of the memories intertwined
hidden grimaces swapped between dad and i behind your back
face flushed, dusted with flour and determination
napkins bearing the white lies of false hope
apron like a canvas for abstract art
and then
poof
you were gone
instead there was the gluttony characterized by the bloating of take-out dinners and the cavities of sweets
indulged in secret behind closed doors
gorged on with only the ravenous sounds of your own devouring to ring in your eardrums
and i was now the magician doomed to bear the weight of failure on my shoulders
in an endeavor to make the impossible possible, the unbelievable believable
the magical feat to end all feats
concoct a recipe that would fuse the shuffled suits of cards into one
an unbeatable hand that rendered death and disease powerless to rival
beat the cheats at their own game
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Lilies
PoetryA girl receives a letter from the mother who abandoned her years ago, leaving her to deal with the remnants of their broken family alone. She attempts to respond by bottling her emotions into the chaotic lines of poems, as old scars are reopened. ...
