Life in Alzheim
There was a lady named Pauline –
The sweetest woman I have seen.
Her mind left her, yet still a queen,
A light fading from age obscene.
Her husband left only two years prior.
She barely recalled him by the pyre.
Without his hand, she can only transpire
The rest of her days in mental fire.
A son looks deeply into his ma’s eyes
She looks right back, but forgets their ties
And then the son tries to suppress his cries
For why can’t he stop this wretched demise?
Forget to eat, forget to drink
Forget to speak, forget to think.
Observing thoughts wash down the sink
And losing hold of every link.
But yet, such life is in those eyes
A parent’s heart, of love so wise
The same woman who cleared his skies
No regret, just hope for sunrise