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She shufled along, shoulders bent,
her age was showing as along she went.
Her hair now white, instead of brown.
And oh so slowly she walked through town.
She looked in the windows, watched people walk by,
If they looked her way she quietly said hi.
As I watched the thought struck me, that's me in time.
And this could be your mother, or even mine.
You know it's true. I even see my mother's eyes looking back at me.
Now my hair is getting silver in it too. If I start watching "Little House on the Prarie" I'm really going to get worried.
Loved it, Doris.
Like your poem, Doris... and it so fit at this time, as we just visited my Mother-in-law in a nursing home 2 wks.ago, and I was thinking how strong she used to be, and how weak she was getting, also how much I would miss her when she isn't here someday.
My dearest friend is a nurse, 30+ years, first 25 years caring for terminal cancer patients. Then her mother became ill from cancer and she went and cared for her to the end. She now works in an assisted living facility; and that is exactly what she says about her patients... this could have been my mother... this is someones' mother.
Here are some of my poems that I hope you enjoy. I find that people are able to express their feelings more in a poem.
I hope you enjoy them, and I hope you will add your poems.