Locks on the screens,
Soon locking the pantry
Keep the keys unseen.
Maintaining the peace,
Preventing a fight,
Thinking ahead
So he can't take flight.
Keeping him safe
Is the primary goal.
Regularly missing
What Alzheimer's stole.
Stress is a constant companion these days.
Finding moments of peace
In small, fleeting ways.
Hearing him laugh
Or seeing him smile,
Makes long days better
At least for a while.
But the day is soon coming
That we'll all have to face.
Moving him out
To a different place.
Until that day comes,
We strive for safety and ease.
I hate Alzheimer's.
I hate this disease.
