Pills after Memory Loss to the Tune of "Frere Jacques"

I did do some of the things on the To Do list, and I went through my "library" of politically-charged DVDs.  My mother had said she wanted to have a collection to lend or show to whoever was interested.  I liked her idea and started a collection. I'll give it to you tomorrow.

But today, in keeping wit the subject posted, here's something from July 2009--four years ago.  I wrote it when Kathy was away in Ireland for a much-needed trip, and I was staying with Mom during the day but also working on an English as a Singing Language for some Korean teachers. 

My sister Susan took over one night, and I came into SF to go to the Y and print out some pictures for my mother and prepare for the workshop.  Mom was in a state of confusion, having lost her short-term memory, and we had conversations that could be sung in rounds, maybe to the tune of "Frere Jacques."

                White, pink, red pill.

                One, two, three pills.

                Here you are.

                                Where's the fourth?

                There's no fourth.  There're just three.

                                Yes, that's what Kath tells me

                                Every day.  We will say,

                White, pink, red pill.

                One, two, three pills.

                Here you are.

                                Where's the fourth?

                There's no fourth.  There're just three.

                                Yes, that's what Kath tells me

                                Every day.  We will say.