Alz.

My hands hold hers as hers had held mine

Many times before.

A little girl crying;

Getting picked up from a nasty bicycle fall.

Now looking down and crying again

At the bed which holds my precious grey haired Granny.

All of my memories flooding my brain.

All of hers gone years before.

I sing her favorite song,

Waiting for the switch to flip 

And acknowledge my presence.

Sing, sing, sing, sing, sing.

A squeeze, a tear; she knows I'm here.

A smile, a squeeze, I know she's gone.

Her pulse and breaths continue 

All that's left of a once vibrant, beautiful woman.

I'll stay with you, dear Granny.

As you were always there for me.  

Still beautiful

Inside an ugly disease.