Waiting for You
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Dementia is a heartbreaking disease.
Every time I’d leave
Mom would wait outside, wave and watch.
I’d wave back, beep my horn and throw a kiss.
She’s not there.
Her mind has gone wandering,
And seldom returns to see.
I know Mama waits for me.
She still smiles so lovingly
She’d lean against the porch and wave.
Now it’s my turn to be brave.
There’s really no place I can hide,
I’ll stay here closely by her side.
I really love my mother so,
It hurts so much to see you go.
I'm waiting for you,
the Mom I always knew.