Stranger Among Us
As the clock of time ticks sometimes the love ones we knew become strangers among us.
The brightness of hope that was once in their eyes has become a dim light of despair.
Their once quick witted brains have now become a jungle of slow confused thoughts.
All their answers have turned into questions.
And their laughter is now nothing more than soulful cries.
Now because Alzheimer the woman I knew so well; mom!
She is now a stranger among us.
poem by Lore Me34
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