Watching Grandma Dancing
I still remember the smell of lilacs,
as we would walk down a sun dappled street.
Everything seemed so vibrant being there with her.
Perhaps she enjoyed seeing the world through my eyes.
As we would walk down a sun dappled street,
I didn't know, her mind was trapped in a pitch black room!
Perhaps she enjoyed seeing the world through my eyes,
for I was an innocent and happy little child
I didn't know, her mind was trapped in a pitch black room.
From me she tried her best to shield her sadness,
For I was an innocent and happy little child.
Still, children grow up and secrets are revealed.
From me she tried her best to shield her sadness.
Smiles that she smiled were a gift gifted to me.
Still, children grow up and secrets are revealed.
Those burdens she should never have carried on her own!
Smiles that she smiled were a gift gifted to me!
Her mind was given rest when the Alzheimers came.
Those burdens she should never have carried on her own
She finally was happy, I could see it in her dancing
Her mind was given rest when the Alzheimers came.
I still remember the smell of lilacs.
She finally was happy, I could see it in her dancing.
Everything seemed so vibrant being there with her!
Written December 16, 2015
Smell of lilacs
Pitch black room
Dancing
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
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