Alzheimer's
The dark recess, closed forever
Communication in the present
Closed forever
Mother, who are you Are you
the little girl
I never knew
Hello, young man
You look familiar
You remind me of! ! ! ! !
You wont be able to stay
I have people for dinner
Mother, there's no one here
I have six places set for table
They are in the other room
There is no one here
Only a television
Have you seen your grandmother
Mother, she died ten year's ago
No, I saw her only this morning
Oh, insidious life destroying
Disease of the mind
Thief of thought and conversation
A chance to ask a mother
The thing's I desire to know
She in her little world
I in mine
Death was her only cure
Allan James Saywell1
1 Saywell, Allan James, Alzheimer's. Retrieved 10/30/07 from http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alzheimer-s/.
The dark recess, closed forever
Communication in the present
Closed forever
Mother, who are you Are you
the little girl
I never knew
Hello, young man
You look familiar
You remind me of! ! ! ! !
You wont be able to stay
I have people for dinner
Mother, there's no one here
I have six places set for table
They are in the other room
There is no one here
Only a television
Have you seen your grandmother
Mother, she died ten year's ago
No, I saw her only this morning
Oh, insidious life destroying
Disease of the mind
Thief of thought and conversation
A chance to ask a mother
The thing's I desire to know
She in her little world
I in mine
Death was her only cure
Allan James Saywell1
1 Saywell, Allan James, Alzheimer's. Retrieved 10/30/07 from http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alzheimer-s/.
