Alzheimer's Why? Poem by Philip Mc Mahon

She wakes in the morning not sure of the day
Not knowing where she's been, not knowing what to say.
Her world has become a scary place
She looks in the mirror, who owns that face?
She cannot remember who she's meant to be
Where she came from or what she means to me.
We are all just people she ought to know
Because we keep telling her so.
She's now just standing in quicksand sinking without a trace
Trying to hang on, trying to recognise a face.
My dad is dead, yet she does not even know
We cannot tell her because it would hurt her so.
Would she remember, no she cannot comprehend
That one part of what made this family, has come to an end.
She is all we have now, but I cannot understand
What part my Dad dying fits into Gods master play.
We all have to mind you now; Dad has left you for us to love
To keep you safe, to hold your hand until God calls you above