Aging Poem
Dedicated to every family whose parent is suffering with dementia or altzheimer's disease.
Living With Dementia
She’s trapped inside the prison walls
That used to be her mind.
The woman that she used to be,
Has long been left behind.
There are times she’s quite alert,
Her memory’s still intact.
Then there are days when she disappears,
And we know it’s not an act.
No longer able to care for herself,
We couldn’t leave her alone.
Her safety had to be assured,
So we placed her in a home.
Good days are when we visit her,
And she calls us by our name.
She’s grateful for the company,
And thankful that we came.
Most of the time it’s difficult,
To see our Mom that way.
All we can do is love her now,
As we take life day by day.
That used to be her mind.
The woman that she used to be,
Has long been left behind.
There are times she’s quite alert,
Her memory’s still intact.
Then there are days when she disappears,
And we know it’s not an act.
No longer able to care for herself,
We couldn’t leave her alone.
Her safety had to be assured,
So we placed her in a home.
Good days are when we visit her,
And she calls us by our name.
She’s grateful for the company,
And thankful that we came.
Most of the time it’s difficult,
To see our Mom that way.
All we can do is love her now,
As we take life day by day.
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tanea b flores Submitted on Nov 2008
To answer my own question, I won’t forget
those visits to the home to see mother.
What a joy to see her smiling face
as she turned and said, “Are you my brother”.
What could I say? The truth? Of course.
“No mother, its me, your son John”
What a joy to see her smiling face
She replied, “My son! Have I got one?”
The home to her was like a prison
and many times she said, “Do I live here?”
It was a joy to see her smiling face
I forgot how many times I said, “Yes dear.”
From 80 to 90 dementia destroyed her
until she was taken into Gods grace.
I hope he knows just what he as taken?
When he looks with joy at mums smiling face.
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