She slowly grew worse, as the seasons passed by, She knew something was wrong, but not what, or why, To try to go anywhere would become such a task, For over and over the same questions she asked. And every evening she makes such a fuss. The answers we give her she just can't receive. Alzheimer's Disease, it's a prison of the mind. I hope you enjoyed these poems.
Words have such power and meaning.
I could feel the anguish in these words of their loved ones. This is Alzheimer's Legacy, a lost mind, but not a lost soul. Their soul is theirs and God's. I am posting their emails, please feel free to contact them and let them know. It will mean everything to them.