Her wrinkles set deeper into her face,
Her eyes blur and her memories fade,
Her thoughts don't make sense,
Her words don't come out how she wants them to,
She is frustrated.
Her daughter reassures her own children that it's just old age,
That she's just not feeling well today,
That she'll be better by next week,
But they know that she won't be,
And she is not.
The truth behind it all is that her condition can only stay the same or worsen quickly,
They pray for the lesser of two evils,
But that's not enough.
Soon she forgets her grandchildren,
And then her child,
And slowly everything and everyone she knows,
She's put in a nursing home,
She talks to the same people about the same things every day,
She doesn't know why they visit her.
They stop reminding her who they are every day,
Instead they talk to her about trivial things,
They spend as much time as possible with her,
Before it runs out.
