Jeu d'Amour - A sad poem

Was it Jeu d'Amour made me feel so tearful today? It feels a sad perfume or maybe it simply reminded me of something deep within or tied in with a sad visit to my mum. Whatever the case Jeu d'Amour for me is this sad little poem.

Her days are nearly done;
My dear mum.

Whispy grey hair
Pinned in a bun;
My dear mum.

Achy legs and poor digestion,
No longer does she ever question,
"How are you?
How was your day?";
My dear mum.

Her memory's going
Thick and fast.
She doesn't remember
The sentence past.
So hard to help her;

My dear mum.

How long is left?
It's hard to say
But I hope at least
This summer's days
And on her new swing
With me she'll play.
My dear mum.