Please take a listen to this vignette
As my mom does suffer, but is not dead yet!
This is a real moment that stays in my mind.
An exchange that means more with the passage of time.
Of being with her, feeling loving and kind.
Mom went through my bag one day
While sitting on the patio in December.
My sunglasses she did spy.
How I wish she would remember.
Remember the days when she would wear a pair.
The days she used to drive without a care.
Remember how I love her so,
I offer them to her, but she says no!
She hands them to me and I want to cry
But they look so good was my reply!
And would she want her very own pair,
for Christmastime, to flaunt and wear?
She's often cooped up and stuck inside.
Dementia took her brain for a ride.
Nothing left to lose, nothing left to hide.
So she agrees.
New sunglasses for Christmastime.
The day arrives and I am glad
She's the best mother I could have
So I want to give her a gift as special as she
Two pairs of sunglasses and a card that reads
"Merry Christmas, remember me?
I love you my dear mother."
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC
Please take a listen to this vignette
As my mom does suffer, but is not dead yet!
This is a real moment that stays in my mind.
An exchange that means more with the passage of time.
Of being with her, feeling loving and kind.
Mom went through my bag one day
While sitting on the patio in December.
My sunglasses she did spy.
How I wish she would remember.
Remember the days when she would wear a pair.
The days she used to drive without a care.
Remember how I love her so,
I offer them to her, but she says no!
She hands them to me and I want to cry
But they look so good was my reply!
And would she want her very own pair,
for Christmastime, to flaunt and wear?
She's often cooped up and stuck inside.
Dementia took her brain for a ride.
Nothing left to lose, nothing left to hide.
So she agrees.
New sunglasses for Christmastime.
The day arrives and I am glad
She's the best mother I could have
So I want to give her a gift as special as she
Two pairs of sunglasses and a card that reads
"Merry Christmas, remember me?
I love you my dear mother."
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