Compassion Poem

Poem About Patience With Aging Mother

My boyfriend's mom is in her nineties and is forgetful and fearful. I have known them for 15 years. It is very hard to watch the change in her and how my boyfriend is trying to deal with it.

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My mom is not 90. She is just 66 and is in that transition phase when you begin to realize she is growing old. It is a hard thing to realize. The woman who took care of you all your...

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Published: June 2015

When you feel bad for what you say
Remember your mom wasn't always this way.
She is your mom and used to be
A woman who cared, much like me.
To see her not be herself
And say things out of sort
Your heart goes out and is saddened
By the very thought.
You can see she is not always bright.
She's losing herself
And she does not feel right.
Remember her as she once was
And try to forget what she does.
Take each day and let it go
For she won't remember what is so.
Go with her stories and her fears
And let her know you are here.
Take a deep breath and step aside
For she has only this one life.
Put on your patient hat and try
To understand the reason why.
She is old and she knows that
It's very scary to wear her hat.                                             
Try to start fresh each day
And make her feel she's not in the way.
Smile, smile it usually works 
Never argue
Agree with all her quirks.
She is the only mom you'll have
So love her dearly and don't be sad.

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  • Aqeel Malik by Aqeel Malik
  • 2 years ago

Bravo! Thanks for sharing such a good poem!

  • Ameen by Ameen
  • 2 years ago

My mom is not 90. She is just 66 and is in that transition phase when you begin to realize she is growing old. It is a hard thing to realize. The woman who took care of you all your life--tended to your little needs as if they were her own--is now needing your help for little things. Another distinct change is her need for constant attention. I try my best to fulfill her emotional needs since I love her very much. I hope to find a woman who is sensitive to my mother's needs, just like the woman in this poem.

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