Every day I lose another piece of you…
Every hour you leave me…
Every minute you escape…
Every second you run away…

I cry to Heaven,
with this weeping, already dry,
in search of restless reasons,
of uncertain solutions,
of unanswered questions,
of an army of lessons..

I will be your instrument, my Lord,
but, what is she?
She is my mother, as was yours,
who gave us life,
who taught us love…

Why such a tenuous ending?
Why such a cruel trail?
Why a departure without goodbye?

I will embrace my cross,
how you taught me,
but, how many thorns!
how endless storm!
how sharp lethal sword!

Dedicated to all Alzheimer’s patients and their families.
Let us embrace the cross.