Tonight , let me write my heart out ,
I have only paper and words , afterall.
Deepest unrest , life seems at lowest ,
Darkness engulfs , scary black inkness.
My parents , suffering more each day ,
Heart wrings to see'em withering away.
I know that this is the cycle of life ,
Lord ! Be gentle , help them cross tide .
Alzheimer's has stolen dad's memory ,
Not completely , but very hazy .
Mommy ,the bravest sweetheart ever ,
Tortured by every ailment possible.
The beloved firstborn , I have been ,
Loved , pampered like a queen.
Bleak is my world , I can't even weep,
As I watch my nest torn to smithereens.
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