Logo Jerry Ham

Listmates,
I had a real fright this morning as I went to get my mother out of bed. As I stood by her bed, and reached down to pull the cover off of her. I noticed that her eyes seemed to be staring unblinkingly. As I pulled on the blanket, her arms were stiff and unyielding. My heart went up into my throat as the thought entered my mind: "She's gone!" but as I pulled the blanket back a little farther, I saw her slowly turn her head and then her eyes blinked. I've often thought that it would be a blessing if the Lord would just take her while she's sleeping. But this morning I realized that while I would be relieved that her suffering is over, I wasn't really prepared for her to go yet.
After I got her dressed and was feeding her breakfast, the thought came to mind: what would I say to her if I had the chance? As a result of that question, here is this poem. If I may be so bold, if you have parents that are still living and are able to respond, don't hesitate to tell them that you love them, before you become a total stranger to them.











Momma Thank You

Momma, there's much that I'd like to say,
But you're in a world that's so far away.
When you look at me Momma, you no longer see,
The son you gave birth to, the man that is me.
How can I tell you what I feel in my heart?
When Alzheimer's has pulled us so far apart.
Momma, thank you for giving me life,
And standing beside me through all of the strife.
I know it was hard, there were days it was bad.
Trying to rear me without the help of a dad.
You taught me to stand, to walk and to run.
Times were tough, but I was your son.
Then you remarried, and no better man,
Could you have found, to meet life's demands.
Your love would last for forty-seven years,
You lived through trials, triumphs and tears.
Two handicapped children, it had to be rough.
But you showed us when necessary, you could be tough.
Momma, thank you, for the lessons you taught.
You showed me that character could not be bought.
Now, many years later, our roles are reversed,
The scenes we play now, we could not rehearse.
Oh there are times when I stumble and fall,
But I pray God, help me to answer the call.
But there is one thing that will always be true.
I love you so much. Momma Thank you.

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

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