Titled: Her
By: Brooke M. Westlake-Kelley
Her eyes were once blue like the ocean.
Her eyes now were gray and dark.
Her smile was once big and bright.
Her smile now was a straight line.
Her laugh was once full of life.
Her laugh now did not exist.
Her hair was once bright blonde with big curls.
Her hair now was silver and frail.
Her hands were once strong. They planted flowers, played the
piano, and sewed quilts.
Her hands now were weak and could not hold a drink.
Her body was once strong. It skied many miles in the winter
and hiked many miles in the summer.
Her body now was slow and tired.
Her mind was once sharp. It could think on its toes. It
could answer sentences and remember the daily schedule.
Her mind now was gone. It had disappeared over the years. It
could not form a sentence and it could barely say a word.
Her soul was once full of life.
Her soul now is resting peacefully in heaven.
Dedicated to all of those who have lost a loved one from
Alzheimer’s.
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| Beverly Jean Charles 1929-2012 |
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