Who are you, who are you,

There's little I can do,

About these three dreaded words,

That I wish were unheard.

When we learned you were sick,

Mother threw a huge fit.

You got the disease,

That makes my blood freeze.

They say you'll forget,

All the people you hold dear.

Your mind will reset,

A thought that fills me with fear.

But there are days where you'll remember,

Every family member,

These days are the best,

More precious than a gold filled treasure chest.

The disease is progressing,

A fact quite distressing.

Even when I want you to stay,

You are slowly slipping away.

But although it seems far,

I dream of a day,

When you can finally say,

I know who you are.