Thie is in reference to those who suffer from Alzheimer's.
|One can see the fog rolling in,
But only God can lift it;
She sits in silence as if
She knows her fate;
I see fear in her eyes,
But she can’t talk.
There was a time when
The skies were clear;
We heard the thunder of laughter
In the distance,
Then there was peace and quiet.
She is in her own world now.
We carry on conversations without words.
I see a tear in her eye.
Who can stop this dreaded disease?
Who insults my mother like this?
I rub her forehead, and hold her hand;
She reaches out to me for answers.
On the morn’ she drifts out to sea;
When she awakens the fog will be lifted.
© Janice Bumbalough Marler
June 23, 2004
Dedicated to families everywhere who have experienced Alzheimer’s.
My mother succumbed to Alzheimer’s June 14, 2000