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I was thinking about the events of the past two and half years since we brought my mother home to live with us. This poem pretty much reflects her emotions during the first year and a half. It is a fairly accurate picture of what we went through almost daily during that time.

I Want To Go Home

She stands by the window, her eyes filled with fear.
I want to go home. She says through her tears.
But where do I live? She tries hard to recall.
Shivering slightly, she draws tight her shawl.
Why am I here? What wrong have I done?
Where is my husband, my daughters and sons?
Who are these people? They say I m their mom.
But I ve never seen them. Why did they come?
This is my mother, someone I know well.
I watch as she struggles in her own private hell.
There are no answers, at least none I can give,
But I try to tell her that with us she will live.
She turns my way as the day turns to night.
You re not my son, and this just isn t right.
Please let me go, I don t want to stay.
And if I can do it, I will get away.
When, late at night, she lays down her head,
I hear her mutter, I wish I were dead.
Then a soft prayer, a heart rending moan,
God, please help me, I want to go home.

© 1998, Jerry Ham
e-mail: Jerry.Ham@werner-saumweber.de

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