In the gentle folds of time’s embrace,
Memories dance like autumn leaves;
Faded whispers, a soft, silent trace,
Of moments lost, yet the heart still believes.

Through a fog where the past softly fades,
Images blur like a watercolor stream;
Faces and names in tender cascades,
Drift away like fragments of a dream.

Yet, deep within the quiet mind,
Echoes of laughter linger on;
A love that once was, now redefined,
In a silent song, where hope is drawn.

In the shadows of Alzheimer’s hold,
A journey unfolds with each gentle sigh;
Yet, through the mists, stories retold,
In the heart, they forever lie.