Alzheimer’s

  • I’ve Gotta Home in Gloryland

    My mother(clean and uprightin a white nightgownbleached whiter by chill florescent lights)is unable to recall my name,yet suddenly belts out"I've gotta home in Glorylandthat outshines the sun…"in a voice so clear and strong,it echoes down the green corridor,through the empty cafeteria,and… Continue reading