poem/song lyrics about dementia

[Tucker08087]

10. Yes, it is.

I wrote this about my mom. I built a 4 room apartment onto my house to keep an eye on her but now I’m rarely in “my house” anymore. She is confused, frightened, and is now a fall risk. Two serious surgeries from falls that she can’t remember. She can’t even remember that she had surgery and although I’m her daughter and only caregiver, she can’t remember my name lately or who I am except that nice pretty girl who takes care of her. She cries for death or at least a nursing home. I tell her I’m her nurse and she’s home. As a young widow myself, suffering secretly with leukemia and lupus, it takes a toll on my own mental health, my nonexistent social life and my health. But she loves her rocker and watching the birds. I put feeders and bird baths outside her windows as well as seasonal decorations so she can see them all from her rocker. She seems at peace then. I write a lot of songs and sing her concerts but they have to be positive or she gets upset, and frankly I’m better with raw emotion. She’s my mom and has always been a force. Watching her decline is the hardest but one of the best things I’ve done. And I cry…