Here in a world of sorrow and grief,
Memories are precious and brief.
Yet some can be so permanent
That not only can you not forget,
But even in current times at hand,
The new you cannot comprehend.
Yet there is another side to the brain,
Making life such a strain.
You can lose those precious times
When disease robs you of your mind.
You may not even recognize
Someone you’ve known all your life.
It may even be family or a friend,
Such precious people we call kin.
So sad how life can be so mean.
I am afraid of what I have seen.
5-21-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)