I call her Momma … she doesn’t mind anymore
There was a time she’d say … that’s childish
Take the door … but I am your child
My heart … yearns … for more
Out of soothing thoughts … empty store
Time passes through … yesterdays door
Linked here … to always … forevermore
Hugs through time … dear Mother
A sweetheart … like no other.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ March 17, 2015
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Comments on: "I call her ” Momma”" (3)
It broke my heart when a woman told me her story. Her mother was living with her for a long time before and after the onset of Alzheimer’s. One day the mother asked who this other lady in the room was. “That’s your daughter, Edith.”
“No. It isn’t. I didn’t have any children.”
I wasn’t related to either, but it broke my heart seeing the Edith’s fallen face. ❤ ❤ ❤
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I’m reading through poems and comments, lingering on your words. It is heart breaking to hear such stories. So many hurting people because of Alzheimer’s Disease. My Mom no longer suffers from this, passing into heaven was her blessing, I long for her daily and miss her, but wouldn’t have her back with the Alzheimer’s for anything, she’s at peace.
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You’re a good daughter, Sheila. You did good by your mom. ❤ ❤ ❤
Yes,Alzheimer's doesn't only affect the person who has the disease.
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