Speak Up

Enjoy essays and poetry by people living with neurologic disorders and their caregivers. Readers can also find letters to the editor.

Monday, June 11, 2012

A Visit
Like a chickadee,
she makes more work
of eating than the
energy she gains.
And, like a child, enraptured
by a light,
she stares and stares at things—
a picture, a wall,
a window
through which she can’t
make out the shapes.
The past is all but gone;
except, occasionally, a name,
less often someplace that she’s been—
An “Ed,” a “Home!”
No Wabeno, one time a “Sister Rose,”
but seldom more than once.
—Edwin Block