Not all at once...
At first you forgot what happened yesterday,
then you forgot last week.
You revelled in tales of your dancing days.
You forgot to read the newspaper,
you forgot to colour co-ordinate your clothes.
As the seasons changed, you forgot you wanted to go home.
You became comfortable in the nursing home.
You relaxed and smiled and began to enjoy meals served up to you.
Then one day we had such a lovely visit.
You hugged me as I was leaving.
With a big, big smile you said 'thanks for coming to visit me Kathleen.'
Then I knew that the thief, Alzheimer's, had stolen my mother from me.