Do You Still Know Me?

We walk into the room,

With fear in our heart,

Now knowing their reaction,

It just tears us apart…

Our once vibrant parent,

Their aging now increases,

We ask do you know me,

And then we fall to pieces…

The recognition fades,

And the smile is no more,

The loving kiss and hug,

Is not there like before…

As our parents age,

Their memories fade away,

Oh please bring it all back,

The sweet memories of yesterday…

Dedicated to my mother who is 87 and recovering from a stroke,

I pray each day that her memory and mobility returns. 

It is a very long recovery.

Bobemakk@optonline.net ©2010