Eema diligently bore the burden of a single parent as such.
She toiled and moiled and fretted much,
The midnight candle she burned
Her family to be provided for and comforted.
Came middle age and she got some respite.
With some downpours despite.
But alas! Never did she realise ever
To herself she can become a total stranger.
Came the terrible frost.
Recognizing even her family she was at a loss,
Her memory obliterating,
All bygone thoughts vanishing.
Utter confusion reigned,
People thought she feigned,
Soon she became the target of spurn
And gossip, and her brain more to churn.
She had to be reminded about everything incessantly,
About everyone, but soon she forgot her own identity.
A blank, traumatic, paranoid look pervaded
The once so dauntlessly determined, and strong hearted.