There’s sadness in her empty eyes,
She rarely smiles these days.
Time means nothing to her now
As she slowly drifts away.
Like a thief in the dead of night
It stole most all she had.
Bits and pieces all that’s left
Of her mind so troubled and sad.
There was nothing we could do,
She slipped right through our hands.
She needed help we couldn't give,
And we prayed she’d understand!
We’re family, and we’ll stand by her
Cause that’s what families are for.
Yet every time we visit her now
We’re strangers at the door.
© Annabel Sheila