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Gone
She lies motionless in her dingy chair,
With a frozen face and an empty stare.
The smell of dog piss fills the air,
All the while she sits without a care.
I call her name, but no one’s home,
She’s somewhere in the twilight zone,
And so I write to her this poem;
Because the mom I had is gone.
With a frozen face and an empty stare.
The smell of dog piss fills the air,
All the while she sits without a care.
I call her name, but no one’s home,
She’s somewhere in the twilight zone,
And so I write to her this poem;
Because the mom I had is gone.
Published 17th Mar 2020
Author's Note
I miss you, Mom...
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17th Mar 2020 5:47pm
This is a great, yet heartbreaking, poem NB. It truly touched my soul.
17th Mar 2020 6:12pm
This had me thinking about my conversation with my Sister about our Mom and us watching her deteriorate
little by little each day (our Mom is gonna be 86 this year).
For me, though, because i live within each day mindfully, each visit with her is ALSO NEW TO ME. My Sister argues and stresses and one of these days when my younger Sis is receptive to my Tao, i will ease her emotional pain and share.
i am thinking this is not about aging and dementia but
it could be, right?
either way,
super spill
little by little each day (our Mom is gonna be 86 this year).
For me, though, because i live within each day mindfully, each visit with her is ALSO NEW TO ME. My Sister argues and stresses and one of these days when my younger Sis is receptive to my Tao, i will ease her emotional pain and share.
i am thinking this is not about aging and dementia but
it could be, right?
either way,
super spill
17th Mar 2020 9:09pm
17th Mar 2020 10:24pm
Powerful spill🙏 resonates deeply As I experienced this with my grandfather when his dementia began to worsen
Deep stuff newb🙏
Deep stuff newb🙏
18th Mar 2020 3:56am
18th Mar 2020 9:57am
Anonymous
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19th Mar 2020 11:55am
19th Mar 2020 4:09pm
20th Mar 2020 00:07am
Powerful, haunting, bittersweet, tragic...nothing quite does this life experience justice. I do hope it brought catharsis and some closure.♥️
20th Mar 2020 5:39am
Anonymous
20th Mar 2020 4:31pm
Heartbreaking and unfair.
I sympathize.
Held to the flames of pain:
Let your resilience be as a blacksmith foraging and drawing out a sword, let this mold and shape you into something stronger.
Let it your heart not be as easily shattered as blown glass.
Let your spirit burn and ignite with the embers.
And when you look back, let it be in peace.
I sympathize.
Held to the flames of pain:
Let your resilience be as a blacksmith foraging and drawing out a sword, let this mold and shape you into something stronger.
Let it your heart not be as easily shattered as blown glass.
Let your spirit burn and ignite with the embers.
And when you look back, let it be in peace.
20th Mar 2020 11:58pm
23rd Mar 2020 3:30am
I have been thinking about what happened to her.
This is a very special one. I am deeply moved.
Love
Jasmine
This is a very special one. I am deeply moved.
Love
Jasmine
23rd Apr 2020 9:29pm
15th Sep 2021 3:10am
This captures that moment in full.
I was there with my grandpa and could've thought the same words damn near. Powerful write ✍️
I was there with my grandpa and could've thought the same words damn near. Powerful write ✍️
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