What if everything you see each day is new,
Even though you saw it yesterday too?
What if while walking down your street,
You smile cautiously at the people you meet,
And with your greetings to them call,
But their names or faces don’t remember at all?
What if each day you look at the flowers,
Then see them again in less than an hour.
They are the same ones you just saw before,
But they look new to you, again once more.
Purple and pink tulips these pots contain,
You enjoy their beauty all over again.
What if you don’t remember having lunch,
Or that you just had a snack of a Nestle’s Crunch?
What if your clothes don’t look familiar to you,
But you put them on because someone tells you to?
They feel okay, so you don’t complain,
Then comment, “Well, I hope it doesn’t rain.”
What if your husband has passed away,
And you’re here but you don’t think you want to stay?
How do you cope with changes that have passed,
As your life slowly edges out of your grasp?
You trust in God’s way and give Him your hand,
And He will guide you on the way to His promised land.
Use the life lines of your daughter and your son,
The love of friends that will always come.
Be at peace and know that many care,
And will help you and always, always be there.
Love you Mom.
That's wonderful! I love it :)
ReplyDeleteGoing through this with friends right now. And went through it with my mom years ago.
ReplyDeleteVery tough, and you've captured it well.
Thanks Natasha. It's pretty hard to see all of this happen right before your own eyes. It just made me think of all the "what if's" and how you would cope. Thanks for reading!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear you're going through this. My grandmother had it a number of years ago and it was hard for my mom (and all of us). Great poem, though, and a beautiful tribute to your mom.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathan - thanks for reading it! I just saw your post title and am betting there is a new resident at your house. I'm going there next to see if I'm right!
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