Just when we had turned a corner,
Just when you were getting better,
There you go again.
How I wish that you were here.
Just when you were settling in,
Just when we began to win,
There it goes again,
That thief that robs you senseless.
Restless hands. Troubled mind.
Anger never far behind.
Close your eyes, wish for day,
Let the voices have their say.
Take my hand so you don’t fall.
Hear me whisper love so tall, that
All the shadows hug you tight.
Good night, dear Mother. Just good night.
I’m so sorry Heidi. In the past year, my mother has had moments of cognitive decline when under stress or illness, but only temporary and few and far between. So I can only imagine how heartbreaking it must be to live with this on a daily basis.
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Thanks, Claire. Praying for a break in the clouds for Easter!
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