Disease Holds Her Hostage

She has never seen such a wildness She laughs so loudly that people are looking She had never laughed this loudly before Her relatives began shushing her But she is eighty-six years young And this silliness tickled her funny bone She cannot stop laughing at the craziness Her husband is dead, so he can no longer silence her She settles down after awhile but the feeling is still there The joyful, happy feeling she has not had for a long time She is not a hundred percent understanding the feeling Words do not come as easily now with the Alzheimers She stares into the abyss of the moment Not speaking at all but there is a tinge of hope now A tiny sliver of optimism that maybe she is not in a coma Her relatives begin to kiss her They are making their way out of her life As she has made her way out of theirs Not on purpose but due to aging And a disease that is holding her hostage right now She stares into the mist watching the angels dance They are doing acrobatics. One sticks out his tongue. She begins to laugh, more loudly and exuberantly.