A favorite doll, her childhood games
You want her to know how much you care
She can’t remember her children’s names
Her eyes are blank- no recall there

The little girl she used to be
Has now returned in her sweet mind
Though our Aunt Rose is what we seek
A shriveled girl is what we find

Though we despair and feel so sad
To find she doesn’t remember us
Her past is part of what she had
So try to smile don’t make a fuss

At least her mind has found some peace
And the pain of losing loved ones is gone
From her agony she has found release
As back to her childhood days she is drawn

What a mixed blessing old age can be
As it soothes and heals a broken heart
But because we know it’s not us she sees
We shed a tear as we depart

We must know this is part of her too
And trust heaven to make things right.
This is the girl we never knew
Not Aunt Rose but a child this night.

©CkC