IT'S NOT FAIR

 I was married, I was a wife
I was a mother, daughter, sister
I worked hard all my life
I raised my children and cared for them well
I can’t remember these things
My mind has become my very own prison cell
I forget where I am
Who I’ve seen, sometimes I can’t even remember
Where the bloody hell I’ve been
I wander the house all day long
Muttering nonsense, and making up songs
Oh whatever! Doesn’t matter,
Who listens to what I say
I’m old and useless,
Yeah that’s what you think
It’s not me it’s my memory
It’s starting to stink
You get frustrated and angry
Having to repeat the things you say
Making you feel silly
Just imagine what it’s like for me
Having to live this way
I need constant attention
And things to do
People to see,
Friends and family someone to talk to
I’m bored and fed up with my muddled mind
let me tell you,
This awful disease is mighty unkind


(for a very wise special woman <3)