It's Cruel and It's Sad

Written by: lynn Hanna Barany

Friends phone and ask
How is she today?
She's doing just fine
I'm forced to say.

She loves to sit 
In her favourite chair,
And stare at the door
Hoping someone is there.

Of course when she speaks
She doesn't make sense,
And when she stares at the ceiling
She is praying for death.

I gave her that rag doll
From my childhood days,
I sense she remembers
But few words can she say.

We don't have control
Over any of our tomorrow's
It's so hard to feel alive
When we're surrounded by sorrow.

It's cruel, and it's sad
Can't more be done
For this Alzheimer's stranger
That has invaded my Mom.

Lynn Barany