David Meade Poet I do not know?

Mother -- Come Home

Sitting with her now
       Watching 
How did she get so old?
       How did I get so old?
So many pills
       Green, blue, white, red, yellow, orange
All kinds of shapes
       Round, oval, oblong – big and small
A tackle box with markings
       Monday through Sunday

We talk and laugh . . . then
       A knock on the door!
I’ll get it
      A police officer – young, clean shaven
As I open the door
      I jokingly yell . . .  He’s here to arrest you mom!
Sir, I do need to speak with your mother. . . 
      What, Oh . . . come in

Mrs. Meade, did you hit another car?
      Her face showed confusion, concern . . . fear
With a trembling voice . . . No officer,  I    dd i d        not
      I followed the young man to the garage
A scrape, red paint, a missing mirror
     My heart sank
Thinking to myself – is she lying?
     Or does she not realize what she has done?
Does it matter?
     The time has come . . . 

As I hug this frail old woman
     Shoulders shaking, tears soaking my shirt
I whisper in her ear
    Do not fear . . . everything will be OK . . . . I love you
Standing there I realized 
    Our roles had changed 
Come my darling 
    It is time for you to live with us
Happy Mother’s day
    I do love you! 









David Meade
May 10, 2015
Love Generously

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Tabitha Mathis October 14, 2015 at 11:00 AM Such a sweet poem. David Meade October 15, 2015 at 12:22 PM Thank-you Tabitha! She fell a couple of weeks ago, broke her clavicle and pelvis! However, she is recovering -- tough old farm girl! All the very best and thank-you for your wonderful visit.

Andrea Dietrich July 12, 2015 at 5:50 PM this remains one of your best poems, David!

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders June 7, 2015 at 5:59 PM You've brought me to tears, David...your heartfelt words are sad but beautiful...the love, respect and admiration you have for your mom is as evident as your devotion. Thanks for sharing...hugs, Rhonda

Huberta Van Akkeren June 4, 2015 at 4:18 AM Beautiful and sad...and so often true

Arthur Vaso May 29, 2015 at 3:03 PM This brought tears to my eyes! What a heartfelt poem!

Connie Marcum Wong May 27, 2015 at 7:22 PM She taught you well how to care in how she cared for you. This is the beauty of your message in this heartfelt poem David, expressed so brilliantly. You have come full circle. 7 David Meade May 29, 2015 at 3:36 PM Thanks Connie, I did have a fright this week, I found my mother laying on the floor at 4:30 in the morning, she had fallen and could not get up!! Thanks are a changing!! All the best my friend.

Cecilia Macfarlane May 22, 2015 at 1:40 PM Hugs to you David for expressing such heartfelt emotions of dedication and love, you are both so lucky to be there for each other even though your roles are changing. #7

Monterey Sirak May 20, 2015 at 2:07 PM How sad, yet still filled with such beauty and love. It is hard when the roles change yet there are still many blessings.

Bl Devnath May 16, 2015 at 1:37 PM Beautiful poem on mother read from you. Mother is mother, no one can define in real sense. Well done, my lovely friend. 7+ sure. Loved always,bl

Paul Callus May 16, 2015 at 10:45 AM You do perform according to your motto, David~ Love Generously! Yes, roles change. I am touched by this loving poem. All the best to you and your mum. // paul

Nandita Das May 16, 2015 at 12:31 AM Your love for your mother is so deep, tender hearted and it shines through this beautiful poem. There is an element of sadness too in this wonderful write. #7

Andrea Dietrich May 15, 2015 at 10:33 PM just now reading your reply to me. I don't usually see those. Sure do hope you find help for her. well, I am trying to find a poem of yours I have not read yet. I will keep trying a bit longer!!! Hope I find one.

Kp Nunez May 15, 2015 at 8:31 AM I was so sure made a comment on this David. I thought it went through before wifi went down the a few days ago. Sorry for being remiss. I loved this write then and even more now. Thank you for sharing. Mine is gone but you still have time to show her how much you love her. This is such a compelling read! Kim

Sara Kendrick May 13, 2015 at 5:52 AM Enjoyed reading this one today..You penned the emotion that goes along with this sad situation..Never had to do this with our parents but care roles reversal I lived with for a long time..Thanks for the visit to my page..This one I will fav..Sara

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri May 11, 2015 at 2:32 PM Your old mom still drives? Woah. This was a nice lovely funny and apt poem for your mom on mothers day. Thumbs up. Pls do review my latest poem too. David Meade May 11, 2015 at 10:00 PM Thank-you for the thumbs up -- I look forward to reading your poems. All the very best.

Emile Pinet May 11, 2015 at 9:50 AM The magic that exist in your life is personified in the closeness you feel with your mother and this is skillfully incorporated into a unusual and unique poem honoring her by showering her with your love. Emile. David Meade May 11, 2015 at 9:59 PM Thank-you dear brother . . . you are a true gentleman.

Constance La France May 11, 2015 at 9:08 AM David so sad and emotional well done 7 and thanks for visiting my poem David Meade May 11, 2015 at 9:58 PM Thank-you Ms. Wings for stopping by and visiting with me. Growing old is a challenge but dying well is grace. This dance to the end is love and a privilege -- I just hope to do it well. All the best.

Wally Flint May 10, 2015 at 4:07 PM Brought tears to my eyes David. I'm thinking many of the same things about my Mother. Thanks for sharing. David Meade May 10, 2015 at 9:32 PM Thank-you Wally, it is tough to see your mother decline. I have been blessed by her strong will and desire to live well. And now, she is teaching me how to die well. Thank-you for your visit and support. Blessings my friend.

Andrea Dietrich May 10, 2015 at 2:51 PM oh my. Does she have alzheimers? when my stepdad started messing up, things had to change!! This is really good stuff, David. Your poor mom. I hope everything is all right. David Meade May 10, 2015 at 3:10 PM Not sure if it's Alzheimer but she gets confused. All the meds, I have a hard time trying to keep up with it . . . some for the heart, her sugar, arthritis, the pain, etc . . . they must interact someway . . . not always good . . . her generation you never question the doctors!! But mom!! We solider on . . . Thank-you for your visit. Hugs

Nette Onclaud May 10, 2015 at 2:14 PM ohhh, this is so tender and sweet.. love your words!.. happy mother's day to the special women in your life, david!.. huggs David Meade May 10, 2015 at 3:05 PM Hi Nette, great to hear from you. Yes, she is special, tough . . . an old farm girl used to hard work. Her Grandchildren are having fun driving her around -- not sure she likes the music . . . thank-you for your time and posting. love and light.

Eileen Manassian May 10, 2015 at 11:51 AM You still have your Mama, David....Mine is gone. I'm getting teary eyed reading this.....I do see my dad aging and it is killing me. I can't afford to lose him....Lovely write. So good to see you posting. Sure could give you a hug right now. LO David Meade May 10, 2015 at 3:01 PM My dad died in 1990, I am so proud of my mother for living her life without her mate and best friend . . . living each and every day -- a very strong woman . . . like someone I know -- you! We can never afford losing a parent but they live on within us! I am taking all virtual hugs!! Thank-you for all of your support and love LO! Hugs back to you.

Richard Lamoureux May 10, 2015 at 11:42 AM This is so moving, what a fitting tribute to reciprocal love. David Meade May 10, 2015 at 2:57 PM I remember many times be hugged by her growing up and she whispering in my ear that everything will be alright, I love you. The circle of life my friend. faith, family, and forgiveness form the basis of this love.

Tim Smith May 10, 2015 at 11:20 AM It is heartbreaking when the roles become reversed....I just took my mother in a few months ago. a7 and fav David Meade May 10, 2015 at 2:56 PM Yes, the lost of freedom and becoming dependent upon another is hard for her, an adjustment for everyone!! Thank-you for dropping by and commenting. I am honor by your fav!