Blue Bells

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Today’s poem of the day was written for my mother, who has dementia. Being a caregiver for your mom is a difficult thing. You go from having a parent to being a parent. It’s a tough transition. Every day brings some new challenge.

Blue Bells

by

Allison Cline-Saia

 

She stares out the window and looks at the flowers that she’s been tending for years

Blue bells and roses

Their heads are bowed from the heat of the midday sun.

“I really should cut those flowers back.”

Every day she says the same thing.

She does the same thing.

She looks the same, but something’s amiss in her mind.

Bits and pieces falling away.  Memories fading.

She is like those flowers bowing their heads ..

Shadows of beauty in the twilight.

Thirsting for cooling rain and clarity.

 

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