No One is There Anymore
(the Curse of Alzheimer's disease)

by Carol Abbott 1999

She paces....
Walking the same path, over and over.
Hardly looking up.
Just movement for the sake of not standing still.

There is no awareness of her surroundings.
It's impossible to see a pattern.
I want to break through
and beg her to sit with me a while.

"Look, Mom, see the snow
that fell, last night, upon the ground."
"It drifted in the meadows
with the wind, the only sound."

"Your family really loves you
and misses the time when
You could talk with us and love us back.
Please, Mom, come back home to us.
We need you."
But most of all......
We wish you could remember
That you need us, too.



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