Alzheimer webs spin in her mind
The lady's uncertain, but always kind.
The creeping web quietly disables
Leaving a shell no longer enabled.
Helplessness leaves her with gentle compliance
She offers a smile, 'tho grows her reliance.
Flesh soft and fading, enclosed in the mist
Then, nothing is asked; she cannot resist.
Love cannot keep her healthy and safe
She surrenders to the web growing in place.
What tools are needed to end this web's power?
So she may continue to un-fold life's flower?
Disable the web! A fantastic event!
Sharing memories of years, long since spent.