Days Are Gone

by Mary Etta Metcalf

days past long ago when she walked with me
when i could reach deep into her soul and see her
seeing her as she use to friend
those day are time with her is past

bridging the gap between her and me was hard
seeing her slip into that abyss of her world
filled my heart with sadness...yet for a time we were one
those days are time with her is past

letting her be herself...yet letting her know i was there
held a richness all its own...i lost a mother...but gained a friend
sharing our short time together...just her and me
those days are gone my time with her is past

she gave me a whole lifetime...hers and mine
though i feel her loss...i treasure her memories forever
alzheimers will never take those away from me
those day are gone my time with her is past

Thoughtful Whispers

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i write out of love for words....the style i use is free verse, where i can create who i am..., i began writing while i cared for my mother, who had alzheimers, as a form of therapy for me....when she died, the poetry stayed with i write about and some dark poetry....where ever my fancy seems to be at the time....i use my personal knowledge and experiences with a lot of them, i am a very private person who enjoys my animals, my grandchildren, my children, when they let me, and the love of my life., several of my poems have appeared in the Taj Mahal Review and some anthologies....i have written three books of poetry, my first was my therapy book, all the poems i had written while caring for my mother called "When There Are Dragons There is Alzheimers". my second book "Through the Maze of Life" was the start of my growth, my third and most recent book is called "Thoughtful Whispers" poems of a growing website is

Last updated August 16, 2011