It's Cruel and It's Sad

Friends phone and ask How is she today? Doing just great Sitting beside me I say. She loves to sit In her favorite chair And stare at the door Hoping someone is there. I gave her that rag doll From my childhood days, I sensed she remembered But no words could she say. Of course when she speaks It makes no sense, When she stares out the window She's praying for death. None of us have control Over our tomorrows, It's hard to feel alive When surrounded by sorrow. It's cruel, and it's sad Can't more be done? For this alzheimers's patient Who once was my Mom. Lynn Barany