Scrambled Poem by Lore Me34

The woman that was once so elegant and articulate with words now speaks in scrambled phrases.
She talks about events that have happened in her life but the timelines are all crossed up.
She still remembers me in her fading memory. I pray I never disappear completely from her mind.
Now I don’t get to see her as often as I should but when I do I get a glimpses of the her she used to be.
Although the glimpses don’t last long I cherish them all as special memories.
Alzheimer has taken my mother’s brilliant mind and scrambled it.