Lynn Hanna Barany Poet I do not know?

It's Cruel and It's Sad

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

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Kim Merryman November 12, 2012 at 7:32 PM Such a poignant write, Lynn. My mom-in-law has vascular dementia and it breaks my heart to see her fading away. My heart goes out to you. Love, Kim

Darrel Smith November 12, 2012 at 3:48 PM great write it captures one of the many, many complicated emotions a care giver of a family member goes through every day when dealing with this awful disease.