A Father lost to Alzheimer

My dear father

I know not

Where you are

Or how you are.

With advancing years

Your memory faded.

Unable to recognize

Your near and dear

You became a child.

And one day

You are lost in a crowd.

You know not your name

Or where you come from,

The hope

That some caring soul;

Would lead you

Back to us

Is fast vanishing.

I shudder to think

Whether you are alive

Homeless and alone

Living on charity

With no identity

And no recollection

Of the loving family

You are having

And if you are dead

The strangers will pity

Not knowing

This was a person

Who has a family?

A miserable daughter

It’s me, who searches

Looking at every beggar,

Tramp and senile

On the streets and roads.

Praying for a humanitarian

Who finds my father

                                                                                                          8 September 2005

From,

C.Radhika