As The Days Disappear---Enough
As the days disappear
My heart turns sad
Going through mom's past
As we clean out her room
She is confused and happy
Yet sad and alone..she asks why?
Why do you do this to me
Who are you anyway?
I'm hungry ..can we eat now?
Why are you going through my stuff
We are moving I say
Oh good I have too much stuff
I need a smaller place soon
Yes Mother very soon and we are packing now
That's why the mess and the tears roll down her face
Her memory jets back to her younger days
On the farm with the animals
And the fun she had milking the cows
Where are the cows..did they get out
I am taking a nap..don't work too hard
As I go through each stack of papers I find this poem : who wrote it? where it came from is a wonder to me.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess
I wish you enough hello's to get you through the final good-bye
and so my days ends with boxes to move and furniture to move and a hope that mom will be happy in her new space. G-Ma :o)