I heard her talking the other day

And listened to hear what she had to say

Whoever it was, was being consoled

It will be alright, was what they were told

The motherly phrases I'd heard often before

When our kids were little with problems galore

The conversation continued, the words were the same

I looked, and she was talking to a small picture frame

All our family together on some past Mother's Day

And for each one in the picture she had something to say

She didn't know, when I asked her, who they all were

She didn't even recognize the picture of her

But something connected, something inside

Something the Alzheimer's was unable to hide

I named all the people and her response was surprise

Then she patted the image with tears in her eyes

My gut gave a wrench and I held onto her tight

Moments like this make it all worth the fight