Oh, Turn It Off
When Dad passed I moved home with Mom,
We were roommates at first;
Shopping, lunching, gardening, it was fun,
There were some signs that began, slowly.
A small forgetfulness,
One day, Mom said I cannot write my name;
So, I did the banking,
Soon I was doing all the groceries.
The housework, the cooking, I did it all,
Mom needed full time care;
She was sick and stayed mostly in her bed,
I became the Mom, the daughter gone.
My own life put on hold,
I was her everything and this adult said;
When all hope was gone,
Oh turn off the life support please, please.
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April 21, 2015
Poetry/Verse/ Oh, Turn It Off
Copyright Protected, ID 04-665-861-21
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest Screwed III
sponsor, Rob Carmack, Judged
Seventh Place
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Written for the contest, The True Meaning Of Being An Adult,
sponsor, FJ Thomas, HM, 05/2015
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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