Now that any joy in living exists only in your memories,
I am shaken by your quiet acceptance of your plight.
Not a fraction of the tempestuous young woman you once were,
So given to rage and remorseless outbursts,
Bruising where kisses should have been planted,
Not a fraction of that woman remains.
You are tiny now.
I bathe and dress you, install grab bars in your bathrooms,
Dress your wounds.
I tow your treasonous body through the daily routines you cherish,
Knowing that my presence destroys the comfort in them you once derived.
I can do nothing to alleviate your suffering.
All I can give you is kindness, and it is inadequate.
I think how much I will miss you after you die,
But wish this could be over for your sake.
Go to sleep, Mother.
Go to sleep.
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i've read this thru three times now and feel i've nothing really to offer. your care expressed here and troubled thoughts have tremendous impact. thanks for sharing.
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this is so heartbreaking, grasp those momemt, dont feel in your mind that. it wont be so bad because of there suffereing, cause their momemt to live and yours to Love are gone when they are, there is no going back, i thought the same, but now my moms now here and the feelings I feel are beyond what i can bear sometimes, you are a awesome Daughter, for loving and taking care of her and for helping her to keep her dignity and she dances one last time before the cutain closes, sorry i went on, but this struck me so profoundly and I miss her so much
there is no going back, for kisses or talking about Life over drinks,
Blessings always
Rend
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Thank you so much, Rend.
Fondly,
Camille
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oh..... oh my goodness.... yes, doing this daily. And AND the rest of the family (teenagers, husband) just don't give me an inch.... tonight has been piss poor. This gave me more comfort that you could ever know. xx so if I could applaud thrice I would but better just have my 'once' - need to keep my strength up
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And you comment comforts me. I keep hearing about all the people our age caring for elderly and disabled parents, but I have met so few of them. Please consider me a friend and send a message anytime. Meltdowns welcome. I am so glad you got something out of my poem. That's what it is all about for me.
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Camille
Thanks for such a lovely reply... I am honoured to consider you a friend and offer my friendship in return. Have a gentle day, love Debs X -
enjoy your timeLove,
its precious
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