That greatest thief of all of time Is erasing my memories. He comes in unexpectedly With no thank you or a please. I labeled them very carefully, And filed them away in my mind. I knew they would be there when needed. They would be so easy to find. Page after page of my long life Would be there for a book. But what has become of those images And mental notes I took? Alzheimers slipped into my storage room And has left everything in a heap. How could he treat me so cruelly? Did he do this when I was asleep? Whose are these faces around me? I really don't know them at all And I don't recognize the pictures That are hanging on my wall. Why has he hidden my babies? I'm so sure I can hear them cry. I look but I cannot find them No matter how hard I may try. Please go and find my mama Everything will be alright. She knows that I will need her To tuck me in at night. I'll just pull up these blankets And wait for her to come. Now who is it I'm waiting for? It's okay, I've found my thumb.
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