"Who are you" she exclaimed,
Her eyes glistened against the dim light
Terrified yet gathering all her might
She sat on the bed ready to fight.
"It is me, Mom!" her daughter whispered
"Don't you know me now?" she cried
Tears rolled down shocked and in pain
Her mother's memory may have waned
She looked around with eyes that doubt
"Where am I?" still confused she asked
"Hospital, Mom" We've been here for some time
"I see. Thought it's somebody else's home"
She held her hands, hugged her tight
Caressed her back softly as she often does
"Remember you said you love when I do this?"
"This is me, your daughter CJ"
"I see... I see... I'm sorry my eyes deceived me"
Though at times the mind may drift away
Love's gentle touch still believes
The heart remembers what words can't say.
So they hugged and shared a laugh
Trusting in their hearts
That when memories fade
Their bond remains a love beyond compare.
It's been a while since I penned my thoughts in phrases and although I'm not good at it, I crafted this based on personal experiences.
It never occurred to me that Mom would not recognize me one day. So I was shocked when while at the hospital, she looked at me and asked who I was. Then she did it again when my sister and I were tending to her one night.
When I was lying on the couch next to her bed in their house, she forced herself to get up, glaring at me she inquired who am I. Dad who was resting in the next room came out. Well, at least Mom recognized him immediately. Pointing at me she asked again, "Who's that girl on the sofa?"
So yes, this simple composition is about that. It dawned on me that my mother's memory was already fading although my father believed it might be the side effects of her medications. Perhaps he was right (or some coincidence) because last week when I spent some days with them, Mom never questioned who I was.
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