Web

Alzheimer webs spin in her mind The lady's uncertain, but always kind. The creeping web quietly disables Leaving a shell no longer enabled. Helplessness leaves her with gentle compliance She offers a smile, 'tho grows her reliance. Flesh soft and fading, enclosed in the mist Then, nothing is asked; she cannot resist. Love cannot keep her healthy and safe She surrenders to the web growing in place. What tools are needed to end this web's power? So she may continue to un-fold life's flower? Disable the web! A fantastic event! Sharing memories of years, long since spent.