Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my mind to keep,
Please Lord let her die before she wakes,
I pray to you her soul to take
Her crying is killing me,
as I daily watch her slipping.

She is so sad and sometimes cross
Her memories have all be lost
To the disease that goes by many names
And is often hidden because of shame
But she wants her parents and to go home
She even tried old numbers on a phone

I know not why there is no cure,
so for now we all endure,
to calmly keep our sanity
and kindly be their memory.
But Lord if you could please take her home,
She already told me her family is waiting and she won’t be alone.

Credit to https://www.facebook.com/amy.bourlier

Published by KaGardn1

I'm trying to live the most meaningful and intentional life possible. Minimalist, Vegetarian, Fierce protector of a full night sleep, Mother, Wife, Daughter -caretaker, Sister, Friend, Nurse. Sharing day to day life with family and friends. A quest to minimize effects of Alzheimer's Disease. View all posts by KaGardn1