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She looks away and stares into space

Today she dosen't remember my face

I am her daughter, her second born

She speaks to me softly and asks who I am

Do I have any children and what are their names

Shes forgotten so much, It breaks my heart

There's no hope for Mom

There's no bringing her back 

So again I explain my place in her life

I tell her about my family and my wonderful life 

But her eyes are vacant 

Nothing sinks in 

Than she asks me the same questions all over again

So we sit and talk about the same old things

Tomorrow we'll do it all over again

I'm thankful she's still with us

For I'd miss her sweet face

We take each day as they come 

Always grateful for another one