May 10, 2018
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A Mother's Day Poem
I find her in
Her room again,
Just like each day.
I smile and say,
“I’m Melinda.”
She rubs her chin,
“I know,” she says,
Just like always.
She doesn’t know,
But even though
She can’t remember
Who I am, her
Eyes light up at
Songs I sing that
Take her back to
Days of youth.
She grins and then
She joins in.
The vagary
Of memory
Allows her to
Recall Cuckoo;
A heifer queen;
A sunshine beam;
A flop-eared hound;
Grace’s sweet sound;
And all the while
Forget her child
Who sits so near,
Singing through tears
Those old hill songs,
For love of Mom.
Comments (3)
Ilym❣️
Missing my mother so much ~ she passed away last spring ~
It is a good, albeit sad poem.
I have a friend here in town, only 38, who has been caretaker of his mother for the last ten years. She has Alzheimer's, and is in the final stages, not only not recognizing him, but barely able to acknowledge that someone is even there. He finally had to put her in a care center, but still goes to visit her. He is a good man, just as you are a good and loving daughter. May God remain with you always, for you know life is a journey made easier with love.
Miss reading regular posts from you. I thought of you, Walking Waldo, Murisopsis and Sparky when I was at the park and found a geocache box recently.
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