I Must Say

I must say, with little flair
that I feel so much despair,
about the slow destruction of
someone who I dearly love.
Discussions that happened minutes ago
are gone from her mind, that is so
clogged with random questions and thought
that is unclear to me, as I cannot
provide the answers to her question,
not even a slim, remote suggestion.
She behaves like a child again,
except the aging body has much pain.
Conversations we have filled with love
thanks to you, mighty Lord up above.