28/08/2025
Dementia and its kin.
You told me we'd been out today,
although I can't remember,
I know that I have loved you
from January to December.
You said that we'd been shopping,
you remind me what I bought.
I may forget the moments
but not the child I taught.
Sometimes you see me cry,
you wipe away my tears.
A Mother and her Daughter
sharing the same fears.
You tell me I am loved.
You remind me every day.
I may forget your words,
but I see the things you say.
I am proud to be your Mother,
though at times I may forget.
but I will always remember
the baby that I met.
Author Joanne Boyle ~ Heartfelt
