Another year, a few more tears
I see confusion in your eyes
Your body stays so still, distressed
Wish I could take your pain away.
I see your same old messy room
It’s filled with things that you once knew
But half the time you have no clue
Remembering is too hard for you.
“Did you hear what I hear?
These sounds are music to my ears!”
No Mom, it's very late and awfully quiet
I'm taken over by the silence.
“Did you see what I see?
Look at the lights all around me!
I see a message on the wall!”
No Mom, there’s nothing there at all.
“Did you feel what I feel?
Someone comes to me in my sleep!
He sits right by my side...”
No Mom, there’s no one here at night.
I wish I had the strength
To lift this heavy cloud away
The world you're in is just too far
Your mind has left me far behind.
But if it ever comes a time when
You don't remember who I am
I'll read you a story late at night
As I sit close and by your side.
It’s the story about a girl
Whose head was full of hope and dreams
Who dedicated her life
To raise a little boy like me.
He sang all her favorite songs
He painted on canvas a world she'd know
He came to her late at night
To kiss and hold her very tight.
He was the one destined to write
No matter what she did or who she was
The story of a most wonderful mom
That any child could ever want.
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Author:
daydreaming (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem makes an attempt to describe my struggles helping a mother with dementia.
- Category: Family
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, camille09
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Ed,
Waking up from a dream about my mom whom I miss so much, I came to visit MPS because that’s what I do when my nights are devoid of sleep. The first poem I read this early morning is yours. A beautiful poem you’ve written... but so, so sad! It brought tears to my eyes. It made me wonder if that’ll be me one day! Will I be remembered and/or written about as you have of your mom?
You are a wonderful son!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Laura,
Thank you so much for supporting me on this journey and I am sorry if your Mom suffered the same fate mine currently is. The fact you have related to me either as the person writing about this issue or the person who could some day experience the sting of this illness makes me feel that I am not alone after all. This illness starts with little changes in behavior which don't mean much until one day you can no longer cover the sky with the palm of your hand.
Dementia shows itself like a sudden slap on the face. And our lives will never be the same. But you may not have to go through any of this. Being educated on the subject is the first step to fighting this unknown. Thank you for understanding my message and I really hope it touched you in a positive way. Sleep tight. Tomorrow is another day.
Ed
Thank you, Ed!
My mom was not afflicted with dementia. She had other medical issues; however, I do know/have known of individuals with dementia! One such individual was my Uncle! It was so, so sad to see him in such a state!
Once again, thank you for sharing!
I see you just added a pic to you posted poem. Your Mom is beautiful!
Thank you. If you want to learn more about me, you are welcomed to visit my Facebook page and be my friend. You can search by name and location or email address I believe:
Ed Crespo
Chicago, IL
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