What Must I Do

What must I do,
what can I say,
when my desire,
is to stay away.

The pain I feel,
the emotion in play,
keeps telling me,
to stay away.

Our oldest son visits,
in a week, just one day.
She saw him on Easter,
she looked away.

She does that to me,
every visiting day.
She knows not her son,
his hurt won't go away.

My love and emotion,
worn on my sleeve,
Alzheimer Disease,
stays, will never leave.