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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mastodon.world/users/LEAD_Coalition/statuses/113153599547734089">Ian Kremer (lead_coalition@mastodon.world)'s status on Thursday, 19-Sep-2024 04:09:59 JST</a><a href="https://mastodon.world/@LEAD_Coalition" title="lead_coalition@mastodon.world"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/226507-48-20231226161135.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Ian Kremer" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Ian Kremer</a></section><article><p><a href="https://mastodon.world/tags/Poetry" rel="tag">#Poetry</a> about living with <a href="https://mastodon.world/tags/dementia" rel="tag">#dementia</a>: "That You Remember Me"</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.world/tags/Alzheimers" rel="tag">#Alzheimers</a></p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/3690558#notice-7229468">In conversation</a><time datetime="2024-09-19T04:09:59+09:00" title="Thursday, 19-Sep-2024 04:09:59 JST">about 2 months ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mastodon.world/@LEAD_Coalition/113153599547734089" rel="external" title="Sent from mastodon.world via ActivityPub">mastodon.world</a></span></span><a href="https://mastodon.world/@LEAD_Coalition/113153599547734089">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/3189206">"That You Remember Me" by Daniel Mark Extrom I’ve learned so much throughout my life
but there’s much I don’t recall.
I know it’s in there somewhere
but it’s hard to find it all.
It’s not that I’ve forgotten you,
or the things I said I’d do;
I remember everything
but it’s hidden somewhere I can’t see
just beyond my view.You see, there is a shadow where
there didn’t used to be,
and sometimes when I look right there
it just confuses me.I remember lovely flowers,
and songs I used to sing.
I remember springtime showers,
and rainbows they would bring.
I remember movies
and who would be the star,
but sometimes it’s so hard for me
to know just who you are.I love to watch a baseball game
or listen to the birds.
I love to tell you secrets.
I love to hear your words.
I love for you to sit with me;
perhaps you’ll hold my hand
and tell me that you love me:
that I’ll understand.My mind has ways of taking me
where I don’t want to go.
I know I know your name, you see;
just right now it’s hard for me
to think of things I really know,
and to know what really is
and what may not be so.Though I might forget you,
it’s important that you see
just how much it means to me
that you remember me.</a></label><br><a href="https://s3.eu-central-2.wasabisys.com/mastodonworld/media_attachments/files/113/153/284/911/151/935/original/32f23ade02b3146a.jpg" rel="external">https://s3.eu-central-2.wasabisys.com/mastodonworld/media_attachments/files/113/153/284/911/151/935/original/32f23ade02b3146a.jpg</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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Ian Kremer (lead_coalition@mastodon.world)'s status on Thursday, 19-Sep-2024 04:09:59 JST Ian Kremer
#Poetry about living with #dementia: "That You Remember Me"
#Alzheimers
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1. "That You Remember Me" by Daniel Mark Extrom I’ve learned so much throughout my life but there’s much I don’t recall. I know it’s in there somewhere but it’s hard to find it all. It’s not that I’ve forgotten you, or the things I said I’d do; I remember everything but it’s hidden somewhere I can’t see just beyond my view. You see, there is a shadow where there didn’t used to be, and sometimes when I look right there it just confuses me. I remember lovely flowers, and songs I used to sing. I remember springtime showers, and rainbows they would bring. I remember movies and who would be the star, but sometimes it’s so hard for me to know just who you are. I love to watch a baseball game or listen to the birds. I love to tell you secrets. I love to hear your words. I love for you to sit with me; perhaps you’ll hold my hand and tell me that you love me: that I’ll understand. My mind has ways of taking me where I don’t want to go. I know I know your name, you see; just right now it’s hard for me to think of things I really know, and to know what really is and what may not be so. Though I might forget you, it’s important that you see just how much it means to me that you remember me.
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