Every morning
He helps her get up,
Get ready for a day
That she may not remember tomorrow.
Once a year,
I walk in the door,
Give her a hug
That she may not remember tomorrow.
She goes outside,
Picks berries on the farm,
Feels like a hard worker
That she may not remember tomorrow.
The neighbors come over,
Trish and Tilly.
Feels like Grandma
That she may not remember tomorrow.
She goes to Terry's
For a home cooked dinner,
Has laughs and entertainment
That she may not remember tomorrow.
Being against a harmful disease.
I thank the Lord for
All of the time that I have with her, knowing
She may not remember me tomorrow
Poem About Grandmother With Alzheimer's
She May Not Remember Tomorrow
©
Kate E. Cartwright
Published: February 2006
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