It hurts to know you don't recognize me,
And that your just not who you used to be.
That you can't remember that you taught me how to sow,
That your voice helped me through the darkness and low.
It hurts to see you trapped in a wrinkled shell,
And when you hurt people, you just can't tell.
They take good care of you at the nursing home,
But it kills me to know your heart and soul is turned to stone.
It hurts when you can't remember you have kids,
And when you see boxes, you can't open the lids.
The sickness has simply turned you into shiny ice,
And it's the rest of us that has to pay the price.
Grandma, I love you more than anything,
All that you were, and what you used to bring.
You are the reason, through my struggles, I fight,
You told me could do anything, and I know your right.
One day, grams, I will make you so proud
I'll scream to the sky, I'll shout out loud.
Your body may be here, but I know your really not,
Even though I see your face, and it looks a like a lot.
Alzheimer can be such an awful disease,
But I know your all right, I know your at peace.
When I want to talk to you, to heaven, I'll tilt my head,
That thing that can't remember me is not you. My grandma's dead.
