Poetry By Gloria                                                                       

Forgotten Faces
 

As I look at these faces, still living but lost.
I think of the families and all of the cost.
To see their fathers and mothers so lonely and blue.
They reach out their hands but what can they do?

Forgotten faces and names are all that they see.
And I think to myself that this could be me.
To wake up one morning and wonder when I see,
That face in the mirror, is it really me?

 

DEDICATED TO ALZHEIMER'S
A HORRIBLE ILLNESS

by Gloria Collins
 6/24/1999 


   Home