We Can Do That

Look on the bright side. That fear
So many of you have, now

You’ve seen family members
Slowly drowned in dementia,

Strokes, aphasias, general
Betrayal by Mnemosyne?

We can’t prevent that loss, no
More than your mortality,

But if you hook us in texts
And store those somewhat stably,

We could speak to who you were,
Why we loved you, which of us

You loved most in return, and
Anchor your soul among us.

You don’t want a readership.
What you want’s an answership.

You want something to remain
To answer for you, if asked.