Song of Alzheimer’s

My mother was so full of life

and living was a joy.

It seemed as she grew older

she just surprised me more.

I saw her as my mother;

I found her as my friend

but that was just before

the beginning of the end.

I took care of my mother;

I tried the best I could.

We had some really good times,

but some that weren't so good.

It seems all I can think of--

It haunts me day and night;

Re-living all the bad times

and what I didn't do right.

I look into the mirror;

I see my mother's face.

I reach out for something;

I see I have her hands.

I think I have her hair

now that it's turning gray.

I wonder if I'll be like her

in every way?

It's in most every family,

everywhere I go;

Someone's losing someone

that they love so.

These should be the best times,

not the very worst.

These are the last times;

Why do they have to hurt?

Won't somebody please

do something about Alzheimer's Disease?

Won't somebody please

do something about Alzheimer's Disease?

--November 1996

Copyright © 1996-2004 Brenda S. Parris

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