Logo Jerry Ham

Listmates,
I can't speak for anyone else, but I know that there are times when I seem to get so busy that, while I'm not neglecting my mother, I don't pay as much attention to her as I could. There are times when I think that I've got to get this thing or that one done, such as laundry, or washing dishes or cleaning house. Not that they aren't important or don't need to get done, but then I see mom looking like a lost little child, reaching out for a hug when I walk by. I realize all over again that while all these other things are important, she is more important. I wrote this poem as much for myself as for anyone else. I tried to write this as if coming from her heart.








More than a Name

Take a close look please, who do you see?
A friend, a loved one? It may even be me.
Because of my illness, I'm no longer the same,
But reach out and touch me, I'm more than a name.
As you go about your activities each day,
You may be tempted to think I'm just in the way.
You hustle and bustle, and run here and there.
You're too busy to smile, or just stroke my hair.
I may not notice the frown that you give,
Nor be aware, you have your own life to live.
I too had a life, filled with laughter and tears.
We made wonderful plans for our later years.
And now here I am, in this world of my own.
I'm lost and I'm frightened, and feel all alone.
How I would like a soft gentle touch,
A kind friendly smile, I'm not asking for much.
Take a close look please, who do you see?
A friend, a love one? It may even be me.
Because of my illness, I'm no longer the same,
But reach out and touch me, I'm more than a name.

© 1999 by Jerry Ham

e-mail: Jerry.Ham@werner-saumweber.de

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