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If you ask
me my
name, I
may not
know
My memory
is like a
fog,
fading in
and out
I may not
walk fast;
most
things I
do slow
As time
goes on,
less
things I
know
about.
Although
my memory
I cannot
grasp
One minute
I'm happy
and
smiling,
then I'm
sad or
crying
What I
have now
will not
last
I think
most would
agree I'm
just very
'trying'.
I was once
a little
girl whose
head was
full of
dreams
doing the
things
little
girls like
to do
hopscotch,
playing
with
dolls,
swimming
in streams
going to
school,
and
visiting
the zoo.
I was the
young girl
madly in
love
I married
the man I
loved and
started a
family
After a
few years,
I gave my
heart to
God above
And tried
to be the
best
mother I
could be.
I am the
mother who
loved you
so much
Cared for
you when
you were
sick and
helped you
get well
Sent you
off to
school;
always
made your
lunch
Picked you
up and
dried your
tears when
you fell.
I am the
mother who
cried with
you when
you were
sad
Who
laughed
with you
when times
were good
Put up
with you
when you
went
through
the latest
fad
But you
always
made me
proud of
you; I
knew you
would.
I watched
as you
found the
right
person and
fell in
love
Knowing
the day
would come
when I
would have
to let you
go
But in my
heart, of
you I was
so proud
of
I knew
that in
your new
life, you
would
continue
to grow.
I am the
mother who
cried
tears of
joy
when I
found out
I was to
be a
grandmother
Grandchildren
that I
could play
with and
enjoy
And with
my love,
with them
I would
smother.
I am the
same
person
you've
always
known
But my
memory is
gone and
my mind is
but a daze
I'm
surrounded
by people
I don't
know; I
feel alone
More and
more
often, my
eyes
betray a
vacant
gaze.
But the
day will
come when
the Lord
will come
for me
And then
my mind
will
forever be
clear
Of this
terrible
disease I
will
forever be
free
And never
again will
I have
anything
to fear.
So when
you look
at me, and
I look
back with
a vacant
stare
Remember
all the
good times
we had and
the love
we shared
Continue
to care
for me,
love me
and keep
me in
prayer
When we
meet again
in Heaven,
righteous
will we be
declared.
©Rick
Harris
August 1,
2007
I wrote
this for
my very
good
friend,
Dorothy
and her
husband,
Wayne.
She
doesn't
know me
but
that's
not
important.
I know
her and
I
remember
her as
she was
before
she was
struck
with
this
terrible
disease.
Wayne's
love for
her has
never
faltered
and his
inner
strength
to
personally
care for
her
through
all this
should
be an
inspiration
to all !
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