She sings
Though she cannot speak.
Halting words
say
“Hel-l l lo”
But as the music plays,
Oh… can she sing;
Every word plain and clear
smooth as jazz
she sings
with
a smile
spreading
across her face the words pour out
filling
her soul
with a rhythm,
and yes,
with spoken words
clear and unchained;
For the stroke
did not
affect that side of the brain.
***
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Roth Poetry 
It’s so true – when many other parts of the brain fail to remember, the part that stores music is alive and well. I go occasionally to our nursing home here – and recently my grand-nephew and I played for the folks in the nursing home where my sister is. Alzheimer’s patients who cannot answer a simple question could sing along when we played their oldies but goodies! It’s so touching!
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It is such a rewarding experience to see! Thank you for sharing your comments.
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Isn’t it strange how music resides inside your head seemingly eternal? In case of dementia words disappear, memories, facts, names, faces, history, and in the end oneself. But music stays, lyrics, melodies. I keep being amazed by that.
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Yes, it is a wonderful thing. I always say music is the last to go! Thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thank you! It is wonderful to see!
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😊
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I really like the unexpected ending to this. Sing on with joy!
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It is such an amazing thing to see!
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The magic of music.
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Yes!
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