Presentation on theme: "With my Mother and Alzheimer’s disease"— Presentation transcript:
1With my Mother and Alzheimer’s disease My Year to RememberWith my Mother and Alzheimer’s disease
2Mama Copyright 1994-2000 Brenda Parris Sibley Walking through the houseThat doesn't feel like home;You've forgotten it,As well as all your children.One day you woke up, andThose memories were gone.You walk the floors and worry,Wishing for cattle and land,For food, for cash crops.You just can't understand howIt is today--why we don't need all that.Your mind is still in the yearsOf the great depression.So you walk and worry.I try to explain, tell youThere's nothing to worry about.I cook, and I tell you when it'sTime to eat, and I give you your pills.I clean the house.I'm here for you, mama.We've got all we need;We've got each other.Please don't die, mama;You're all i've got.Copyright Brenda Parris Sibley
3It’s Me Mama, it's me, I'm your youngest daughter. Can't you see that; don't you knowWho it is that loves you so?You ask the others; they tellYou too, that i'm your baby,I'm your Sue.Why have you forgotten me?I'm right beside you; can't you see?Mama, please look into my eyes,Please know me some.Please tell me you love meAnd that you're glad i've comeCopyrightBrenda Parris Sibley.
5Waiting for the Morning I sit awake with youin the scary midnight darkness,telling you everything is okay,calming you down after a dream,holding your hand as you wander,searching through the housefor remains of your former life.I sit as you sleep in your chair,when you won't go back to bed,knowing you will wake in terror,afraid of a dream, afraid of not knowing,afraid of everything.And sometimes you won't hear,my words will be as meaninglessas the ones you sometimes say.And perhaps you will reach out,sometimes searching, sometimes striking;I'm here for you, whatever you need;I'll even be your punching bag.But I can't fix things for you;I can't bring your memories back.They are gone, just like the houseand people you search for.All I can do is sit and waitwith you for the approaching dawnwhen things will look a little betterilluminated by the light of day.Copyright Brenda Parris Sibley
6Alzheimer’s Sitting in your chair in the nursing home, you hold my hand,but you barely respond.You can't understand me;I can't understand you.Words have no meaning.Neither do faces.You've been on the wayhere for a long time.But did I speed it up?In trying to care for you,did I do more harm than good?And then I gave up,and now you just sit.Mama, I'm so sorry.Mama, I'm so afraidthat I did this to you.CopyrightBrenda Parris Sibley