Dear Friend,

Oh, how can this be

You and I are losing me.

Some day soon

Maybe morning, Maybe noon

I will no longer be the me

You and I know as me.

I ask, what is happening to me,

And the answer seems to be

Words and thoughts frequently scramble

And my conversations seem to ramble.

O, how can this be

You and I are losing me.

What do you see when you look into my eyes?

And neighbors just to pry?

Confusion, hurt, pity and pain,

For I am ill and not insane.

Oh Lord, help me I pray,

And this is what He seems to say,

"Fear not child, I will come and take you home,

To be with me for all eternity.

What can we do from losing me?

"Nothing�?say the experts.

But in my confused and foggy state,

To you I plea,

"Love me,

Remember me

Help me to be

All that I can be

For as long as I can be

The me we know as me."