This is just lovely. And what a tribute to caregivers everywhere. Whether they are husbands and wives or sons and daughters, or angels in white. I cared for my mother until she died and am now caring for my dad. Neither suffered from alzheimers although their illnesses often would leave them confused and just this side of reality. Fortunately, so far, those times are few and temporary.

It is the last line that I will carry with me in those rare moments when I wonder if he knows.

Thank you for a beautiful poem. Sheryl

Posted: Jul 4, 2008

This reminds me of my momther's grandmother. She lived until she was 99, and finally, when it became impossible for my mother to care for her alone, she was moved to a nursing home, and the only person she could ever recognize was my mother.
Very sweet and very inspirational.

Posted: Jul 4, 2008

its really very touchy

Posted: Jul 9, 2008

Wonderfully done. It is a subject close to my heart. My mother has Alzheimers. My father has been her caregiver. She has now been in a nursing home for a year and half. It is a tough disease, my aunt, uncle and my grandmother, all suffered from it as well. I wrote a couple stories about it, too. One is called One Face of Alzheimers and the other is Dancing the Jitterbug. Check them out sometime, if you have the time. Thanks for sharing, Ted

Posted: Jul 14, 2008