This is part of the poem, Losing Solomon" by Sean Nevin, a poem about his grandfather's descent into Alzheimer's disease. This poem has appeared in Oblivio Gate, a collection of poems about aging and dementia, and in Beyond Forgetting from Kent State University.
Just this snippet of Losing Solomon published in the New York Times makes me eager to read the rest of both books.
The Beginning of Losing Solomon
by Sean Nevin
Things seem to take on a sudden shimmer
before vanishing: the polished black loafers
he wore yesterday, the reason for climbing
the stairs, even the names of his own children
are swallowed like spent stars against the dark
vault of memory. Today the toaster gives up
its silver purpose in his hands, becomes a radio,
an old Philco blaring a ball game from the ‘40s
with Jackie Robinson squaring up to the plate.
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