Dedicated To My Mother
1908-1989
I called her Toots always in fun.
Right up to her death she knewthat name.

We are sitting in the doctor’s office. You looking so tiny and
scared. The doctor is saying, “Alzheimer’s Disease.”
You look at me with fear in your eyes,
“What is going to happen to me?”
“ I will take care of you.” Is my concerned reply.
“Don’t worry mama everything will be alright.”


Her face wrinkled with time, but soft and delicate, with a slight blush of
pink.
Her hair a soft snowy white, still beautiful with its
natural curl.
This beautiful old woman is my Mother.
I help this delicate and frail woman into her favorite chair.
This woman so fragile and bent, eyes and mind fading, body tired and all
worn out.
I place her favorite book upon her delicate knees.
This is a book of her life’s memories all fadedand torn.
She turns the pages of her life and says,
“Who is this pretty girl?”
That is you mama.
You were a young girl in your teens,
being silly sitting on the old Model T with a pipe in your mouth.
Look at that smile you were having so much fun.
“Who is this pretty girl?”
That is you mama.
You are in a flapper dress going to a party I do believe.
Look at that smile you were having so much fun.
“Who is this pretty girl?”
That is you mama.
I was a little girl, we were at the zoo.
You leaning against the tree and smiling at me.
We were having so much fun mama.
We were having so much fun.
“Who is that woman with the white hair?”
That is you mama, that is you.
“Who are you?”
It’s me Toots, it’s me.

Hugs
BonBon