A sweet truth can be a bitter lie. A sweet truth can be a bitter lie.

Where I just want to soar... Where I just want to soar...

A poem on Alzheimers  A poem on Alzheimers 

Some days arrive When our rooms get crowded with unwelcome people Night after night, weekend after... Some days arrive When our rooms get crowded with unwelcome people Night after ...

You are my support system. Who with me through thick and thin. You are my support system. Who with me through thick and thin.

If I were a pigeon I would be thankful If I were a pigeon I would be thankful