(for a mother with Alzheimer's, from her daughters and son).

We have two mothers two mothers we claim.
Two different people yet with the same name.
Two separate women diverse by design, but we love them both dearly they both are divine.
The first is the mother who carried us here, gave birth and nurtured and launched our careers.
She's the one whose features we bear, complete with the facial expressions we wear.
She gave us deep faith that follows us yet.
Along with examples in life that she set.
Then as we got older she some younger grew, and we'd laugh as just mothers and their children do.
And then came the year that her mind clouded so, and we sensed that the mother we'd known soon would go.
As quickly she changed and turned into the other.
A stranger who dressed in the clothes of our mother.
Oh, she looked the same at least at arm's length, but she was the child now and we were her strength.
We've come full circle, we children and she.
Our mother, the first the second and we.
And if our own children should come to a day, when a new parent comes and the old goes away.
We'd ask of them nothing that we didn't do, love both of those parents as both have loved you.