Flight

[REW]

I saw the poem
in my head the first time
you couldn’t remember
my name, your tongue wanting
to say something, anything;
the sadness of it all floated,
catching on a bridge column,
swirling in an eddy of undertows.

Your arms spread like sparrow wings,
and I thought this is how they might look
flying into eternity.

This is a great short and succinct piece about Alzheimer's.  I really like how you convey the sadness using water and undertows.  I think your choice is especially meaningful because in this situation there are various undertows in addition to the sadness of forgetting ones name.  The image is haunting, emotions and suffering lurking as currents and memories being swept away.  That is extremely well done.  I like the sudden shift to the wings in the second stanza.  I have the impression that time as passed and the circumstances are more dire now.  Death at this point is more of a freedom rather than a sadness as indicated by the choice of wings and flight.

It really is a beautiful little piece and immediately attainable by the reader.