I am Not a Child. These Are Not My Siblings

I stand mistaking everyone
Polishing my eye-glasses
Why am I screaming?
Who is this crying with me?
She says to me, over and over:
"Wake up, Christopher,
You are no longer a child."
And, "Snap out of it."

If I sit still and think
Now I can save my future
I'll save it in a memory
The map to consciousness
I'll repeat to myself,
"You have Alzheimer's;
It's only getting worse."
And, "You found her long ago."