Life's Promises (about alzheimers)

Familiar pathes lay gilded by the moon
And from the distance a forgotten tune
Wavered in the trees where shadows grew
Around the memories I shared with you.

Your voice still echoed innocence of youth

Although the years had carried off the truth
And left an empty shell where life had been
With vacant eyes now blind to what you’ve seen.

My tired spirit fills with empty rage

Against a fate that didn’t let you age
With dignity, love and memories
But cast you out on unfamiliar seas.

I gaze into your eyes at emptiness

And wonder if you share the same distress
And know Life’s promises could not be kept.
Your spirit seemed to flee as we both slept.

© 2012 Pam H. Murray