She typically is seated in her bed,
Eyes closed, yet aware, listening to those around her spread.
Normally not a word ever passes her lips,
Till this week’s Alzheimer’s Awakening, that felt like a Candid Camera clip.
She opened her eyes and began to talk
In complete sentences — I was amazed and couldn’t balk.
Talking about her sweetie pie
Going “home,” and having me hopefully stop by.
What an odd thing this Alzheimer’s can truly be,
Sometimes opening windows into the person that we used to see.
Offering to send me her “new address,”
Because she says she’s moving, she confessed.
And when I come to visit her there,
She says she’ll make us tea with her sweet blue eyes aflare.
How I pray that I’ll never suffer the same fate,
But if I do, I pray I’ll be as wonderful as she is in this foggy state.
So thank you, God, for this week’s Alzheimer’s Awakening,
For my little lady whose days somehow continue to be filled with meaning.
Coach Tammy/Chaplain Tamar