Grandma's Alzehiemer's
She sits quietly now,
Gone is the chittering,
Squirrel sound,
She no longer rocks,
Incessantly to and fro,
She sits silent.
The voice that rang,
To the rafters,
And thrilled thousands,
When she sang,
“How Great Thou Art”,
She sits silent.
Like pearls set aside,
In a dark corner,
Unused and unworn,
Their life, their glow,
Slowly fading away,
She sits silent.
The sparkling eyes,
Her joie d’ viere,
Has withered up shrunken,
Hidden deep inside,
Not here yet not gone,
She Sits silent
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