She means well,
When she shuffles around the corner,
For the tenth time,
Telling me there’s an extra blanket,
If I get cold in the night.
I know she can’t help it,
When her poor hunched figure,
Is sitting next to me,
And she can’t remember who I am,
Or that we’ve had this conversation,
Several times before.
She’s now quick to anger,
And to spit out hurtful words,
Though she really is kind,
Sometimes she forgets.
I will always be patient with her,
And smile when she asks me,
The same questions repeatedly,
It’s easy for me to pretend,
I’d never answered them before.
She may not always know who I am,
For time has stolen her once brilliant mind,
But I will never stop loving her,
Even when the wind gently blows,
A small empty rocking chair,
Gracefully with its’ breath.
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Submission Name: Empty Rocking Chair
