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A Mother So Strong
I sat and watched as you stood and cried,
you laid and pondered on why she lied.
For too long we noticed her health decline,
oh please God, why couldn’t it be benign?
For all the moments as we started to look back,
I recall forgetfulness, though it’s hard to keep track.
A mother so strong, how can she have a tumor?
Causing dementia; her memories were fewer.
I show her scrapbooks with pictures of yore,
but I see she doesn’t recognize us like before.
Only sixty-five years old, too young to die,
surgery isn’t an option there’s no reason to try.
Contemplating a home with proper treatment,
but our family keeps discussing in disagreement.
My wish is to keep her here with family around,
but it may be too scary for her to be confound.
We watched her trip and fall and lose her balance,
reaching for help and grabbing onto the valance.
Loss of intellect and personality integration,
so sad to see her struggle with severe frustration.
Slowly she deteriorated and dwindled in weight,
it was only a matter of time, we had to sit and wait.
Delirium and delusions were her greatest symptoms,
all the medical bills added up with loss of income.
She was terminal with irrevocable brain damage,
the mood swings and anger fits were too hard to manage.
It was a cool sunny day when she closed her weary eyes,
I sat and watched all her innocent grandchildren cry.
A beautiful relief was her last breath to be seen,
finally healthy and happy, peaceful and serene.
Date Written: June 2, 2016
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