She sits in her little brown chair
Smiling for me
But not at me
A memory lapse
Has taken hold

She asks me
Who I am
For the sixth time
Today
And would I help her up
From her little brown chair

You're such a good girl
Do you know my son?
She asks me
Leaning out of her little brown chair
And into my arms

Oh yes
I tell her
Stopping and looking into her eyes
In front of
Her little brown chair

That's right, she recalls
I remember now
You're the one...
The one that married him
Would you help me sit back down?
In my little brown chair

You're a good girl
What did you say your name was again?
Sit down on the couch
And wait for my son
To come back from the store
I want you to meet him.

And so I wait
On the couch
For her
For him
To return
As she falls asleep
In her little brown chair