A journey in time with Alzheimer's

Bright Eyes

As we walk thru  halls  … you say
No bright eyes  here … today
Only sadness … dull eyes around
You’re serious … steadfast … frown
You’re right … those here and near
Have troubles … need nurses/aides
By their sides … to daily survive
I smile in my heart, and thankful too
Your compassion again … shines thru.

Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ January 18, 2014

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Comments on: "Bright Eyes" (4)

  1. Beauty… inside painful atmosphere

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  2. Old habits die hard. 😉

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  3. You have lovely, honest posts, Sheila, and I understood every one on a deep level. My father died of Alzheimer’s, and during the last four years my 95 year-old-mother’s dementia has escalated to the point that she hardly recognizes anyone or remember where she is or, actually, who she is. Except specific details from growing up on their family’s Missouri farm in the 20’s and early 30’s.
    Congratulations on your book, ALZHEIMER’S TRAIL, Sheila. My mother was a writer and a poet and illustrator years ago, and I’ll order this book for her for Mother’s Day and read to her.

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