She doesn't know me any more,
Time's changed familiarity,
And, suddenly, senility
advancing, knocking at her door.
Once bright, her eyes of blue are dim,
The light within is now a glow
Like sunset walking 'cross the snow
With emptiness filled to the brim.
My role has changed; she guided me
In all those yesterdays gone by.
Now, I lead her and ask God why
He took away her memory.
In all the world there's none so dear
Yet in my heart stirs darkest fear.
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Reviewed on February 26, 2003
Yes. It would seem that the "maker of the universe" played a cruel joke on us in the end. Well written because the words ring so true for so many.
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
Beautiful tribute ! I felt each deep emotion
A mother in my book is so special, they are like a flower for all seasons
Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2002
Lou, wonderful write here. You are quite talented. I haven't seen you before...so here is my chance to welcome you. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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A mother in my book is so special, they are like a flower for all seasons