My Year to Remember and Since: Alzheimer's and After, Part I

out,
sometimes searching, sometimes striking;
I'm here for you, whatever you need;
I'll even be your punching bag.
But I can't fix things for you;
I can't bring your memories back.
They are gone, just like the house
and people you search for.
All I can do is sit and wait
with you for the approaching dawn
when things will look a little better
illuminated by the light of day.

(Written January 1995
Copyright 1995-2002
Brenda Parris Sibley)

These were some of the poems written while I was with my mother. In the next article I will share the ones I wrote after she entered a nursing home.

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