Mother’s Alzheimers 🥲

Expressions of hidden horror are rebuked from one another

But this boney, broken bodied little lady sitting slouched in her rocking chair

Seems to look right through her loving daughter, scrutinising mid air..

Alas that lustred life from all those bygone happy years

Has completely washed away within so many floods of tears

So there is no recollection from her lovely Mother at all

As this devestated daughter sits down beside her in the old folks hall..

Not a single trace of reminisce from those tired, weary eyes

As she fidgets with her finger nails through frustrated sighs

And her poor youngest darling daughter is lost amidst confusion