Alzheimersby Jeanne Grant
I woke up today a feeling of terror Got up, walked by, and looked in the mirror Who is that person staring back at me? Where did they come from, who do I see?
Changes are expected, they are the norm But what the heck happened, that can't be my form Where is my picture, please let me see Where are my thoughts, where can they be?
Living with strangers, why am I here? Looking around me filled with fear Don't I have loved ones, none come around I only see empty, I only see frowns
I woke up today, a feeling of glee Looked in the mirror and what did I see Staring back at me my shining face Feeling so peaceful, no need to race
I see my beloveds looking at me Filled with sadness, why, what do they see? Can't they see that today I am here Not so tomorrow, no memories held dear
I woke up today, a feeling of terror Got up, walked by, and looked in the mirror Who is that person staring back at me? Where did they come from, who do I see?
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volume 11(6)This poem is copyright © 1-29-06, Jeanne Grant, all rights reserved.
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