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Created on: March 31, 2009
Alzheimer's disease is like a thief
It acts in a moment, oh so brief
My mother-in-law was affected
At an early aged, was afflicted
The frustration of memory lapses
Her conscience troubled her with voices
Her past acted as a security blanket
It was safe to remember going to the market
Abilities and talents gradually disappeared
While her needs increased as we feared
As she gradually lost her independence
Creeping in was a higher level of dependence
No complaints ever reached her lips
Even when her mind did a few flips
As time passed, she gradually regressed
Hiding in her cocoon she became depressed
The words gradually lacked in conversations
Needs and opinions were absent in communication
The simplest needs such as eating and grooming
Were difficult to achieve without her loved ones helping
Her eyes wondered in space in search for answers
While her mind was confused by what was hers
Her body soon adopted the fetal position
As it eventually lost the desire for action
Relationships fell apart one by one
Sure to be said, of her fault there was none
Family and friends were no more than strangers
It did not matter if it applied to her children, her brother or sisters
In the end she passed in the loneliness of her condition
Alzheimer's disease had shown no redemption
It came one day in her early fifties
And took her away in her late sixties
No matter that she could no longer remember
Whom she loved and was important to her
She will always be thought of as a wonderful woman
A caring and loving person that gave her heart like only she can
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