PLEASE
HELP ME
By
GCW
Mom
was diagnosed about six weeks ago and it has been a roller
coaster ride since then. To see her so confused, depressed
and tired really upsets me because I can't do a thing
to help her except sit and hold her hand and comfort
her. My poem says what I think she feels. I dedicate
my poem to my best friend -- My Mom.
PLEASE
HELP ME
"Please
help me I'm lost"
She cries out in vane.
"I'm confused, messed up
It's causing me pain."
I'm
here but I'm not here
I see but can't think.
I walk and I talk strange
I'm going to sink.
It's
grey and it's dark now
Help me, I plead.
Alzheimer's holds me
God's hand I need.
He'll
lead me to Heaven
The place I'll be free.
The light shines so brightly
At last I am me.
© GCW
2002
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