Like Amelia Earhart
She disappeared
From my life
To parts unknown
Lost forever
To the foggy mists
Of dementia…
She was a lifelong
Source of inspiration
And encouragement
Until
Alzheimer’s and Dementia
Took her away from
All that she loved
And from all those
Who loved her back
During our last conversation
She was riding in her car
With her adult daughter
Driving through thick
Old fashioned
New York City
Rush hour gridlock
Never to be heard from again
Ground Control to Amelia
Ground Control to Amelia
Come in Amelia
There is so much more
That I want to say
So much more
That I want to share
To no avail
On the radio
Nothing but static
Fair thee well
Blyth spirit
Bird thou never wert
Amen
Jack H. Markowitz
Philadelphia, Pa
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