To all who live with the pain if Alzhmeiners.


In the dim lit corner of her lonely world
Devoid of warmth and of cheer,
She sits 'pon her rocker, her companion with age
An emptyness fills her with fear.

The clock on the mantel doth chime no more
The laughter of children has passed,
Alone in her rocker she waits for the dawn
Time, it has shrouded her past.

Tightly she clutches her pink tattered gown
'Tis old but it serves, for 'tis warm,
Alone in her rocker she yearns for the light
Existance doth leave her forlorn.

The walls of her world do whisper of times
When laughter and love did resound,
Alone in her rocker she smiles at the shadows
For she senses they once were abound.

A teardrop falls 'pon a photograph
That her fragile hand gently hold,
Alone in her rocker she smiles at the shadows
She prays that her past will unfold.

But all that she sees are sweet children
And the gentleman's eyes are so blue,
Alone in her rocker she weeps at their sight
For their memory her mind doth persue.

So lonely the darkness, so lonely the pain
No past gives you no tomorrow,
Alone in her rocker she faces the day
But the night brings the same sad sorrow.

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