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I look in the mirror, not understanding what I see.

It must be my reflection but how can it be,

all the lines on my face but I cannot recall

how they managed to get there; I can’t remember at all.

My life must have been amazing, so noble and good,

someone called me their child, I think I understood,

but I am not sure who they are or the name they told me

there are people all around, they said they are family.

I just need to sleep, it is all so confusing;

trying so hard to remember but I feel like I’m losing.

Is this a game someone schemed to play with my mind?

It feels like they are tricking me, it is very unkind.

Then my daughter looks over to offer me a drink,

I just recalled her name, I don’t know what to think.

There, stands my son with his eldest of four,

they look so angelic as they walk through my door.

“Hello my love, and how long have you all been here”?

“You’re back with us Mom” they all start to cheer.

I come out of a fog and suddenly I remember;

the warmth of their love burns inside like an ember.

Something beckons me to savor these moments with joy.

I fear the darkness lurking, threatening to deploy

it’s evil schemes that rob the memories in my brain

the vacillating lucidity is hard to explain.

Try to understand if I forget the times we shared.

The memories are held hostage, and it just isn’t fair.