Alzheimer’s Patient
Oh, how can this be?
You and I are losing me
Some day soon
May be morning
Many be noon
I will no longer be the me
You and I know as me
And the answer seems to be
Words, and thought, frequently scramble
And my conversations seem to ramble.
Oh, how can this be?
You and I are losing me.
What do I see when I look into your eyes?
And neighbours come just to pry?
Confusion, hurt, pity and pain
For I am ill and not insane
Oh, how can this be?
You and I are losing me?
Oh, help me pray,
“lord, please come to me and take me
Home with you for all eternity.”
What can we do to keep from losing me?
“Nothing,” say the experts.
Oh, how can this be?
You and I are losing me?
But in my confused and foggy state,
To You I please,
“Love me –Remember me—Help me
To be – For as long as I can be
The me we know as me