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Dedicated To My Mother (1908-1989)
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Dedicated To My Mother (1908-1989) |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio 
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Dedicated To My Mother 1908-1989 I called her Toots always in fun. Right up to her death she knew that 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 faded and 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. Bonnie J. Sittler From:Words Floating On The Wind |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It takes such patience to deal with those who cannot remember. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem for your mother. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
beautiful rememberence of your mother.. A voice of honesty |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
My Grandmother went through this, it was as if a theif broke into her mind and stole her memories away! It's very hard to watch them lose so much before they pass into the next life. My Grandmother suffered from this disease for three years before a doctor told us what was wrong! We were kids, and it just made Grandma fun at times...she was famous for going through the McDonald's drive-thru backwards! Of all the good memories that I have once she became ill...this one is it! Wonderful Write Bonnie, you made me step back into my own memories for a moment or two! Tima C. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
You really stirred me with this poem. My mother never lived to be an old woman, and I miss that part of her life, though it too can be very difficult when we see someone we love become so frail and out of touch with life around them. I did go through this with my Grandmother, and I had days when she did not know who I was...Heartbreaking... Bon Bon, you did superbly with this poem. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
This must have been incredibly difficult for you to watch your mother's mind deteriorate this way. Very moving and beautifully written. Loving hugs, EA |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Bonnie~~~A very touching poem. I could picture both you and your mother sitting on a porch swing together looking at an old photograph album.Thanks for telling me about it. Your heart is truly one of kindness and giving...Paul "To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you" |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
My mom is 87 now, and we are so lucky, as she really is in darn good shape...but we talk about this, and many of her friends have suffered this...she is at a time in her life when most of her friends are gone...and it is amazing, how they become the children and we become the adults at times...but tell you what...I don't know where I'd be today without her....Bonnie, this raises much awareness and insight to not let one second go by without remembering those who are responsible for our well being and life. Thank you dear lady...hugs...luv Lee J. |
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anwaarhassan Member
since 2003-07-09
Posts 181Menifee, CA |
Bonnie J, This is a such a touching and heart wrenching poem...thank you for sharing... Anwaar |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
Thank you everyone for all your loving comments. It was a hard time, but it did make me stronger in some ways. My reasoning was I hit many bumps on my path of life. Many tears and frustration. But with each trial I grew stronger for the biggest trial to come. I believe if my mom had become ill in my young years I don't think I was strong enough to take care of her, but when the time came I was ready for the fight to take care of mom. I kept her home and had nurses and aids come in while I worked. She always had this fear and would say Please don't put her away. I promised her she would always be at home not to worry everything would be alright.I knew deep within my heart that bo burden would be put upon my shoulders that I couldn't handle. It got mighty rough, but I held my faith and trust. So kids looky here I'm still cookin' and happy. Broke but happy. Love to all Bon-Bon |
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