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
Your poem has good cadence and flow. I enjoyed reading it!
Daniel
Families are pulled into so much chaos from this awful illness...
Blessings,
Christine
Namaste
Tony
-gene.
This is one area where we really should invest our resources.
Awesome poem as always Annabel.
John
Your friend, Mark
Thanks Dick