I See Her Everywhere I go
August 30,2009
Written by: Rose Marie Rideout
Met her in the hallway,
Saw a smile as big as the sea,
I thought to myself,
How lucky one can be.
I met her in the kitchen,
Looking kinda worn and down,
So much has to be done,
Each time she turns around.
Met this same gal in the Den,
Hanging pictures on the wall,
She ran out of space there,
So she hung more in the hall.
I then met her in the family room,
Talking to her grandkids on the phone,
Tears were running down her cheek,
They’re gone and she now feels so alone.
Seen her face later in the mirror,
She looked so tired and in need of rest,
Life has been so trying lately,
Guess she’s been put through the test.
I looked her in the eye,
Gently wiped the tears she cried,
I told her relax and enjoy each day,
They are too quick to go astray.
Love & Blessings
Vickie
wonderful poem, Rose ...
And I really like what George Mateos suggested as a therapy, in fact I could use the same remedy myself.
Love you sis
Selena
,then we are left with far too much time on our hands.How you can ever be lonely,i know you only too well.You are always coming up with things to do.Keep up the great work.You are a wonderful person and i am so lucky to have you for my little sister.
Love Marion
Hugs,
Anna
Georg
Don't look so hard at yourself, you bring love and joy to all who meet you either in person or here at AD. You're wonderful!
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
One day in diapers, the next asking for the keys to the car.
Very poignant poem, Rose.
Your friend, Mark
Regis
hugs
fee