His wife says:
The man who taught me everything
Is here but not the same
He’s disappearing before my eyes
It’s a cruel, sadistic shame.
He taught me many things
He took good care of me
Now I take care of him.
How could this come to be?
I console him when he’s very down
Distract him with a ploy
And every exhausting moment
Is filled with bittersweet joy.
My friend is here but also gone
At times he is aware
Which always catches me by surprise
That he’s behind his unnerving stare.
I try to find the humor
In some unfunny stuff
If I don’t laugh I will crumble
Thank goodness that I’m tough.
This man who made our house a home
Forgets many things and places
He’s frightened and ill at ease a lot
And soon won’t know our faces.
Our daughters say:
Our mother’s amazing
The love she has for dad’s so true
Losing him like this just breaks her heart
She meant it when she said; ‘I do.’
Mom shows us every single day
What unconditional love is about
Alzheimer’s is robbing us of our dad
Which makes us scream and shout.
This man who taught us to walk and talk
Will soon not know one from the other.
Because of this awful disease. He’s the child and we’re the mothers.