Love her to death

Mother in law diagnosed with Alzheimer's

With shortened, faltering steps
that are now border line shuffling
she moves forward into a future
where her past will be forgotten,
minute by minute, hour by hour,
day by day, memories deleted
until all that is familiar becomes not so.
Her home is now a safe place
a place not to be strayed from,
four walls and a roof her comfort blanket,
a self chosen cell in which her confusion is contained,
managed, with no surprise or change
as these now her enemy, dreaded.
Humdrum, same, routine,
this her coping mechanism,
this and a daughter and granddaughter
who now care, calm, reassure
and will love her to death...

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Dementia is a cruel disease to the person and to the family. It is good to have a familiar safe haven of comfort and a daily routine.

This says so much in this poem and highlights some of the dramatic yet subtle changes that take place

[Gee]

Thank you for taking the time, very much appreciated