As the day goes into night
And the sky loses its light.
The sun sets;
And that's the time I fret.
Because the transformation begins;
And the angry monster comes out of this once gentle man.
His words of love turn into hate.
I cry because I can see my mom's heartache.
Now when morning comes and the sun rises;
That gentle light is back in his eyes.
But because of Alzheimer's and the sundown affect.
I cannot rest because the angry monster will be back when the sun sets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem