My Mothers Dementia
My mother is now 81.
I take her shopping.
I take her to get her hair done.
I take her to get her nails done.
I take her out to eat.
We sit together and talk.
My mother stares at me with child eyes.
My mother remembers very little now.
My mother cannot drive anymore.
My mother is this fragile, thin women.
My Heartbreaks as I watch her slowly leaving me.
I know we all have to part from this world.
My mother has always been my rock.
My mother has always been so strong.
I hug her and tell her I love her.
My mother smiles.