In the depths of fading memories, she roams,
A woman once vibrant, now lost in unknown zones,
Alzheimer's cruel grasp, an unyielding tide,
Stealing fragments of her world, where love once thrived.
Her mind, a labyrinth of shadows and haze,
Where yesterday's embrace is but a fleeting phase,
Time's gentle touch erodes the cherished past,
Leaving her adrift, a vessel without a mast.
Faces once familiar, now strangers in her gaze,
Names slipping through her fingers, lost in the maze,
Yet within her fragile heart, a flicker of grace,
A spirit resilient, though memories erase.
Her eyes may cloud with confusion's veil,
But a gentle touch, a tender voice, will never fail,
To spark a glimmer, a fleeting recognition,
A momentary bridge across the fog's partition.
Let patience be her compass, guiding the way,
As she navigates this realm, where memories sway,
For in her presence lies a treasure untold,
A woman with Alzheimer's, a spirit bold.
Though her mind may falter, love endures,
Within the depths of her soul, it reassures,
Through whispered moments, connections made,
A symphony of compassion, her essence won't fade.
So let us hold her hand with tender care,
And cherish the fragments she still has to share,
For in her journey, resilience shines bright,
A woman with Alzheimer's, a beacon of light.
