Alzheimer's.

"Who am I?", one day she asked,
she was sitting in the balcony on her wooden chair,
"I forgot my name", she said,
she was combing her graying hair,
"Who am I?", again she asked,
she was sitting on her her wooden chair with her hands clasped,
this question was like an arrow,
an arrow sharp and narrow,
her daughter stared at her in fear as she sat on the bed,
this arrow struck her straight in the heart.

As for her daughter she knew there was something wrong,
from here on everyone had to be strong.

"Who are you?", she asked,
her daughter had no answer,
" Who are you?", she asked again,
not only had she been struck by an arrow to the heart,
she had to live through the pain.

The same mother who had her in her own womb for nine months,
that time they were one,
the same mother who had taught her how to be a graceful woman,
the same mother who taught her how to dance,
dance to the tune of independence,
this is the same mother how now questions her daughters and her own identity,
this is when she felt her greatest loss.

Words were being erased,
those known faces to whom she gave an unknown gaze,
places were being erased,
she for herself had already been erased.

Today she stands,
against the window,
the window's her only sunshine in this unknown barren land.

Something hit her,
she didn't know what,
her life felt bland,
a soulless drama,
she had been hit by this monster ,
the Monster that attacks with no warning,
deep, deep, deep,
far, far,far,
she's free falling,
truly weightless,
with with no skies above and no solid land to stand on,
where is she?
Who is she?
She's left no trace,
with no fault of hers,
she was a former grace,
she was just pushed,
by an unknown face,
after that it was all gone,
with no skies above and no place to stand on,
she got hit by the monster of Alzheimer's,
she knows this monster now.