ALONE IN THE DARK
“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.
What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.
Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”
The anguish my mother had faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.
The last part of her life
was spent in a nursing home,
suffering from dementia.
Life can be cruel.
Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.
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Oh my word this is so sad😢
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I know. I had to give her a voice. She had a sad life. This was only the tip of the iceberg.
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Oh, such a sad one 😦 Made my tear up!
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Thank you. She also lost her mother and brother when she was a teenager. Then my brother died in a car crash. People tell me to write a book about her life but her life was too sad.
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