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she is all but gone from me now sitting quietly in her chair a mix of memories and medications she used to be fierce and bigger than her four foot nine inch frame but now bones and flesh fall and curve in gnarling hands and feet making her skin look and feel like a letter read a thousand times her voice once so rich and strong once full of opinion and humour is now but wind sighing through ever present pain I miss the quickness of her wit the most, But I miss the mothering more. Time has reversed our roles and the decisions are all mine now... She has out of sheer weariness, having battled so long, for so hard aceded her will to the slow walk of dementia She sits quietly in her chair memories gathered about her, as her companions Some days it is like I am not here and others, she is not there The days we meet in passing.... or for a a good while are gifts that shine bright at least, in my saddened mind On the other days, I hope and pray... she finds herself amongst friends in happy times... as she wanders slowly away from us
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
she wanders away....
she is all but gone from me now sitting quietly in her chair a mix of memories and medications she used to be fierce and bigger than her four foot nine inch frame but now bones and flesh fall and curve in gnarling hands and feet making her skin look and feel like a letter read a thousand times her voice once so rich and strong once full of opinion and humour is now but wind sighing through ever present pain I miss the quickness of her wit the most, But I miss the mothering more. Time has reversed our roles and the decisions are all mine now... She has out of sheer weariness, having battled so long, for so hard aceded her will to the slow walk of dementia She sits quietly in her chair memories gathered about her, as her companions Some days it is like I am not here and others, she is not there The days we meet in passing.... or for a a good while are gifts that shine bright at least, in my saddened mind On the other days, I hope and pray... she finds herself amongst friends in happy times... as she wanders slowly away from us
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F/Australian
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 3:39 AM UTC
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