A journey in time with Alzheimer's

Behind That Door

When you go through that door, and it’s closed tight
There’s no way of knowing how you’ve spent the night
Unless you’re walking and lots of loud talking
It’s a guessing game what you do.

If you don’t sleep well, so often the case
I hear you whistling or singing a song
Sometimes you come and wake me up
Then, we’re both up all night long.

Why this all happens, I haven’t a clue
So I step aside and just smile at you
Usually, like never, do you smile at me
You’re thinking there’s a conspiracy.

When you’re tired, you’re also blue
So I stay away, and side step you
I’m hoping a nap will fix the day
And the blue lady will go away.

When the whole day is over, and nighttime is near
You’re still tired, and there’s little cheer
This battle is over,  Alzheimer’s has won
But tomorrow’s  another day under the sun.

Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ October 12, 2012

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