With just a bit of coaxing, she would sit up and recite
A poem she'd known since grade school, her eyes so clear and bright
Sometimes she'd need a little nudge to get her to begin. "When mother puts her apron on", she'd say with a small grin...
...and off she'd go reciting each line flawlessly, with ease
Then when she'd end, her mind would seem to go, as if a breeze
Had ushered it away from us as quickly as it came
And then she wouldn't know the poem, nor anybody's name
But with that came a kind of blessing, at least I know of one
She may not have understood, full well, the loss of Jim, her son
But now, Miss Maudie's free from mortal flesh and bone
And those she loved, who've gone before are welcoming her home
Once more she will caress the man who held her hand in marriage
And now, again she'll hold the son she once strolled in a carriage.
They'll watch us as we travel down this wandering path of life
Rejoicing in our triumphs and supporting us through strife
And we know that they'll be there, waiting on the other side
When at last we've reached the journey's end, of this our earthly ride.
This is an excerpt of the eulogy I wrote for my Great Grand-mother-in law. She struggled with Alzheimers disease for many years, but handled it with such grace. A true lady.