Short Circuit Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

SHORT CIRCUIT

I have a little short circuit....
Where nothings getting through,
Just a tiny disconnect....
And there's nothing I can do.

I think about how wires will loosen
And my lamp will no longer work
Or maybe my computer
gets an aggravating quirk.

Most people wouldn't notice
As my routine will hardly change.
But those so close to me will see
As my words and choices rearrange.

The worst part that is affected
Are the things which are routine,
Things so automatic each day
That they aren't really seen.

Little words that I can't spell
Simple steps I cannot do,
Things so very automatic
To each and everyone of you.

I don't know why, with poetry,
Things come out so very clear;
For so stressed are my emotions
That I continually shed a tear.

Tomorrow may be different,
Thoughts clearer then can be
But I must just accept the fact
That this is now a part of me.

So if you chance to read this
Alzheimer's is it's name.....
And that tiny little short circuit
Is the one that is to blame.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

11-7-06
Ms. Caroline


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