Holding … fast … what makes sense
I get it … living … this side of the fence
Few moments … you’re not sad or blue
Wanting to leave … seek out … you
Long ago places … people … you knew
Whispers of time … flee Alzheimer’s stew
Observing … Lucid Lucy … today
Hurry Mother … let’s run and play
But then … we get … to the … fence
You struggle … confused … no sense
I’m yelling … come Mother … away
But … atlas … you can’t … you stay
Grasp of Lady-blue … like no other
Has a tight hold … my sweet Mother!
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ June 15, 2015
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I only for a moment more… ❤ ❤ ❤
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