Sunday, October 7, 2018

Alzheimer's

I peek into your pale-blue windows
See you wondering around inside
I say your name, I want to shout
"It's me your daughter, come on out!"

When I was two and at the fair
You threw me "way up to the sky"
Then caught me in your loving arms
You laughed until you cried

It must be very lonely
When cherished memories fade
Everyone you loved seems gone
You're the only one who stayed

I gaze into your pale-blue eyes
One memory I can still see
You threw me "way up to the sky"
And you said my name to me

Libby Moore