For her, darkling demons, dementia’s brood
Blacken her mind, smother memory’s flare
Fearful paranoia her only mood
Terrible conjuring her steady fare
Each day her mind flees down steep sickness stairs
Each night’s delusions twist without relief
She wakes to troubled attempted prayers
Jumbles once familiar words of belief
All meaning lost to Alzheimer’s sly thief
Robbed of life, mem’ries comfort no more
When she dies, deep relief buries our grief
We pack her room quickly, one last chore
Why write, griefless, since death has set her free?
Just this, please God, send swifter death to me.