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popkidu2

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Half a mile from what she said...
my mind's a little blank right now
the walls are begining to talk
telling me the stories that you used to know

there are no stories now
fate and cruelty have taken them away

I wish you could be what you were
to hear you read to me again
sitting in your study
on a cold winter night
so cozy and quiet
just you and me
and a book

I read those books now
the words are so much easier for me
than they are for you
our roles have switched
and soon I'll read to you
help you with the words
tell you what you can't understand

is this the way life is?
to take what is most precious from you
and to give it to me instead
will I do it justice?
will I make you proud?
cause time will not stop this
I cannot stop this
and even if you can't remember
I always will

-For my father...may none of you ever have a family member with alzheimers
 
Beautiful. It rings true of the role reversal that many children face as their parents age or become ill. My heart goes out to you in this struggle.



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Nichelle
**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**

**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**
 
I understand what you're going through, Popkid. Hang in there. There's nothing you can do and I know you feel hopeless but just hang on.

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"You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice..."
 
Originally posted by popkidu2:


I read those books now
the words are so much easier for me
than they are for you
our roles have switched
and soon I'll read to you
help you with the words
tell you what you can't understand

I was just going through the archives saving some poems that I had forgotten about when I came across this and it just jarred me....because now I do read to my father when I go home because he can't read anymore.

Reality is a little wierd when it happens...
 
That made me cry. Sounds like you had a great relationship with your dad like I do. You captured my greatest fears about what might happen to him in the future. You are a very strong person.
 
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