She manages a puzzled stare, 
For the old man standing there. 
Not recognizing her husband of over sixty years. 

Her short term memory is gone, 
And though life for them both goes on, 
It's enough to drive a grown man to tears. 

She talks about places from long ago, 
And people she used to know. 
To her those images are very real. 

She speaks in a voice so low, 
One can't always know, 
Exactly how she may really feel. 

Alzheimers, that dreadful disease, 
Has driven many a man to his knees, 
Calling out to God in prayer, 

"God can't you see," 
"Why this is happening to me?" 
"Are you sure you care?" 

It's natural for these questions to enter one's mind, 
And though the answers are impossible to find, 
We must eventually place things in God's Hands. 

Yes, we mortals are prone to fear. 
But, our God is always near! 
He knows our problems and He always understands. 

Robert F. Dotson © 2010 
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