Alzheimer's Disease
ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE
As a little tot, my Mother read fairy tales to me.
When I was sitting on her knee,
she used to sing and play with me.
She loved to laugh.
She loved to be
beside me come what may.
But many years ago God came
and took her speech away.
One day while I was sitting
all alone within my thought
my Mother came to me and said:
"Take this that I have brought."
"Mom, forks, and knives
are merely used for food or children's play."
At first, I thought to tell her that
and take them back that way.
Whenever she gets lost from me,
I feel tremendous gloom.
But I cannot commit her
or lock her in her room.
She cared for me
when I was not able to care for myself;
and I will do the same for her
with the lifetime I have left.
Then I smiled and thanked her
for bringing silverware to me.
It's just that I was near-sighted
without the eyes to see.
"I thank you, Mom,"
I smiled at her and took them back again.
"In all my life
you've always been
most dear,
and my best friend.
Janet Marie Bingham
Copyright © Janet Bingham | Year Posted 2019
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