It came into her so slowly,
Then took it all away,
And left her there so lonely,
No longer in color, just gray.
She once could tell a story,
And her jokes would please a crowd,
I know she's there behind that mask,
While silent, she should be loud.
The simple is now confusing;
Hard tasks are impossible.
The independent woman within
Splits as the disease does pull.
Why is life so painful?
Why does God end it this way?
Does she know what's going on?
Or is it just our pain that stays?
She is the opposite of a ghost,
Body here, but spirit gone.
Lord, bring this nightmare to an end,
Let heaven be her dawn.