Received a call … Mom’s blue
Dolls … lost … not new
I listen … attentively
Making sense … ultimately
You miss your … kids 1-2-3
Not us … your baby … dolls
Frustrated … you can’t see
Frantically buzzing … busy bee
Wide-eyed … they’re in sight
Can’t move … left or right
Waiting … (shall I say) patiently
For you to see them … directly
Finally, nurse Charla saves the day
Babies found … sweet bouquets!
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ June 21, 2013
Alzheimer's Trail 
Comments on: "Lost ‘n found" (4)
Found at last. Hurrah! ❤ ❤ ❤
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yes, it was funny when the nurse called and said my Mom missed me, after talking to Mother, I ascertained it was her baby dolls she missed, she lost them in her room (in plain sight), poor thing was beside herself!
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You did a great job with your poem writing about this incident.<3 ❤ ❤
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Ah our most precious possessions…..I know that Al has ha lot to do with how Mom feels about her dolls but I also have my two softies that I like to take to bed..I cannot sleep without my furry dog stuffed under my chin….so like Mom , when they disappear somewhere in the night(usually on the floor) there is a mad scramble to retrieve them and put them back where they should be…so in many ways Mom and I are much alike
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