Slowly Until Nothing
She was such a woman of intellect,
With just her brain, she could take anyone down.
With a razor sharp wit, that cut deep,
A stubbornness the like of I’d never seen,
Indeed, nor have I ever bore witness to since.
Never in need of assistance,
She was everyones rock to cling on to,
In times of distress and sorrow,
Least of all mine.
Then one day………Alzheimers
Such a cruel blow to a lady of such standing.
Slowly, intellect and memories, stripped away,
Until, nothing left but an empty shell,
Just a shadow of whom she once was.
There was nothing to cling on to,
Our rock was slowly being dismantled.
Everyday a little more was chipped away.
Distressing and heartbreaking to watch,
For many, death in the end, was a blessing
For me, death had already claimed her soul,
Many years before.
It will be to my eternal shame,
I never visited her,
Not in those final months.
For, the woman I had known and loved
Had already long since departed.
The woman I sat before,
I no longer recognized,
Alas, nor she me.
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
Copyright © Gary Hill | Year Posted 2019
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