She resides in a home, sits in a chair,
Nothing to bother her, make her worry or care.
Caretakers to help her wash and dress,
Doing all that they can not to cause her distress.
Hello. I can so relate to what you have said. and of course more than what you have said. My Dad got dementia when he was 83. He wouldn't accept that he needed help and I would take weeks...
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I did not find my hero till the sunset of my life.
He did not come on a white horse with armor shining bright.
He simply was born in the wee hours of the morn.
He came to fill my life with a glorious loving light.
My grandmother wrote this poem when we found out my little cousin Nicholas had leukemia when he was very little. Nicholas is now 14 years old and thankfully not had any signs of it returning....
If I had one last wish to make it would have to be,
that God would heal my mom and give her pain to me.
For I've never seen my mom hurt so bad in all my life,
I'd do anything and everything to take her pain and strife.
To my mother, Virginia Galvan, from her firstborn. I love you, Mommy, and I pray to God that you will be all right. I pray that he will be with you and make you strong like the person he...
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You're the shell of the person I once knew.
When I talk, I know you can hear,
But I barely feel your spirit lingering near.
I hear what you are saying. It hurts a lot I know. When I was born my mothers lung both collapsed and when the doctor put a tube of oxygen into her lungs, it had golden staff on it. For the...
She lovingly handles
her mother with care
as she washes and curls
and fixes her hair.
There are times when things seem normal again
We laugh and talk about trivial things
We enjoy each other's company
But we can't deny the thought in our minds
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When I see you lying there
Fighting for every breath
It makes me have to realize
How close you are to death
A pretty girl meets a handsome man,
Once upon a Saturday night.
He takes her home and he kisses her,
And they make love with all their might.
This poem is great. I'm sorry for your loss HIV is one of the worst ways to die keep up the good work.
There are just a few things that can hit you so hard
That even years later you are left emotionally scarred....
My eyes glistening with tears,
But not yet fallen.
I'm crying, but they're silent tears.
I'm crying on the inside so you are unable to see
My dad had epilepsy, and i remember waking up in the middle of the night to hear him crying because of his seizures, because he had accidentally hurt one of us. As a kid I was always having...
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