Forever Mom

Forever Mom (Constanza) With countenance of peace and light, she sat in a familiar room, an ebbing mind that did entomb. Dolls and candy were Mom’s delight. A girlish smirk, a burst of charm, her days were spent away from harm. Bravely she faced the losing fight; heedless her ailment would advance, and that renewal had no chance. A scourge that no one would invite had destroyed a luminous brain yet there was not the slightest pain. For soon she’d leave us from stage right. Alzheimer’s odds are hard to beat even for one who’s always sweet.