I was sitting here thinking about my mom
while I was home today, all alone.
It has been so long since I've seen her
or talked to her on the phone.

We used to talk every day
not a lot, but always some.
So I decided to call her
instead of waiting for a call that won't come.

It was great to hear her voice
on the other end of the line.
she asked me how I was
and I said, "Mom, really, I'm fine."

Our call was pleasant enough,
but nowadays they are all the same.
Almost like talking to a stranger
each time I play out the game.

I try to keep my voice even
and try hard not to cry.
But I can't seem to help myself
no matter how hard I try.

She is being robbed of her memory
more and more every day.
I'm afraid of the time I will call
that I will hear her say ...

That she doesn't have a daughter,
or, "What was your name again?"
When our bond will be finally broken
and only I will feel the pain ...

Of losing all of the things
that made this wonderful woman my mom.
But the cruelty of her dementia
relentlessly marches on.