Unrest … every day … burdens stay
Helplessness … frightens … you
Obsessing thoughts … Lady Blue
Weakness … draining … sad adieu
Unsteady gait … overcoming you
Suspicious nature blocks your view
Lost time … can’t unwind … pause
Sparkling eyes … sometimes a smile
Thoughtfulness stays … awhile
Love the sunshine, … yes you do
Gotcha Mother! … I see you!
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ July 12, 2014
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*smiles*
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Short, sporadic glimpses of the Mom you used to have. Now you must love the Mom that illness has created, and love her even more because this maybe all there is
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I do love my Mom then and now, now is a challenge to help, she’s so fights her changing self. I get it I do, I would too!
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I send you my love and my prayers
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