It was there,
then, it was gone,
leaving behind mere fragments,
I’m talking about your memory, mother.
It seemed to occur out of the blue,
but I can’t share that,
it would upset you.
You blamed it on old age,
but, things began to change,
It’s called “looping” I heard the doctor say,
That’s why you repeat things 98 times a day,
I answer your questions, nod and agree,
while I watch Alzheimer’s slowly take you away from me.