2002, my last Christmas with you.
You haven't died, but you might as well have.
I know that sounds cruel,
But confined to a wheelchair
Isn't much of a life.

You don't seem to know what's going on around you.
It's so sad.
Such a sweet woman,
Grew old for what?

You don't deserve it.
You don't grow old just so you can have so many problems.
Perhaps the good thing is you don't realize it,
But your family does,
And it kills us inside.

Many memories fill my heart
I cling to the past,
When I can't have you in the present.

You look like my grandma
You look like my grandpa
But you don't act like the grandparents that I know and love.
You're strangers to me now, as I am to you.

I'd like to think you do know me,
But I'm scared to find out
And maybe I don't want to know.
You're mind has been robbed from you,
There is no other way to put it.

Even though you are still alive,
I feel as though you have left me.
 
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