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Sitting silently in the Doctor's seats 
waiting for the diagnosis, to finally
be complete.

A nurse walked in and said, It will
be a while, but little did she know
I noticed the concern in her smile.

We never expected what would be in
those files and that from here we would 
walk a backwards mile.
I as the mother, You as the child.

I felt your fear as together we cried.
I promised you that day, I would
always be by your side.

Slowly but surely the damaging host
began to take away, all the memories
you treasured most.

I watched you as you searched for words
and much to often, your laughter has
gone unheard.

As the days pass now slowly and painfully
away; I see the child, as with your blanket
you play.

Once your daughter and a friend, and
now you search your mind, for who
I am.

I wash your clothes and clean the floors
cook for you, bath you, speak for you and
so much more.

I creep into your room through out the night
to make sure everything is in its place.
Even making sure your night lite isn't shinning
in your face.

Emotions sometimes come rushing over me
as I watch you fade away and silver quickly
takes it's permanent place.

I find myself when I am with you, wanting
my thoughts to share; Then at that very 
moment missing the closeness of the mother
I always believed would be there.

Late last night as I stood at your door and
watched you sleep; I prayed to the Lord to
give us both strength.

I know one day, just like all children do;
You'll leave me, except I will be forever 
left missing you.

When you have gone to Heaven, our life
will once again have changed roles.
I will be the old woman waiting to be
called home.

The look of understanding will be left upon
my face as acceptance sets in from knowing,
that someday we will be together again.

Alzheimer's, the pain remains.
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