|Listmates, this past Friday, my wife and I went to a local mall to do some shopping, and we took my mother with us. While we were at the mall, we decided to eat dinner out there. We fed mom as we have been doing for over a month now. And while we were feeding her, it became apparent just how much of a stranger I had become to her. Each time I would give her a bite, she would then say to me, "Thank you sir." That night I set down and wrote this poem, "Thank You Sir." During dinner Sunday, we were talking about Christmas and out of the blue, she spoke up and said, "I have a daughter that was born on Christmas Day." And she even gave the name. But when we tried to ask her if she remembered her yongest daughter who was also born in December, she told us that she doesn't have any other daughters. Then my wife asked her about me, and told her that I was her oldest son. She then replied that she had no memory of me. OUCH!!!!|
Thank You Sir
"Thank you sir." I heard her say,
With each small bite I fed her today.
She smiled at me, and yet I knew,
Just who I was, would not get through.
The fog surrounds and holds her tight,
It's turned her daylight into night.
As I remember back through the years,
What I see now just might bring tears.
We hold her hands and help her walk,
But we're now strangers, to hear her talk.
I take the fork and say, "Open wide."
She looks at me and then asks, "Why?"
Then she laughs and makes a face,
And just for a moment I see a trace.
'Tis a trace of the mom I remember well,
Then it's gone and there's just the shell.
Now she lives in days long gone,
Locked up in a world that's all her own.
Sometimes I long to just talk with her,
But all I hear now is "Thank you sir."
© 1997, Jerry Ham