For Sunday Confessionals

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, but I can’t give you a favourite piece for Sunday Confessionals, because I like them in different ways. My mother-in-law had Alzheimer’s, but thankfully never forgot her children, but I know many do. Memories snatched, but music helps them remember. Thank you for giving me the chance to look at this poem.


I came to see you today,

I took great care with your favourite food,

brought it to you on a silver tray.

Your smile lit up my day.

You came to see me today,

I wasn’t hungry; couldn’t eat

You were so full of sorrow.

I smiled at you.

I came to see you today

Took you out to see family,

held you hand along the path.

My heart was full of sorrow.

You came to see me today,

I was in a world of kind strangers,

you held my arm to steady me.

I wanted to go home.

I came to see you today,

you looked at me in confusion,

called me Mum.

My silent tears fell.

You came to see me today,

I gazed at your familiar face,

Told my sister I loved her.

And you wept.

I came to see you today,

placed the earphones on your head,

we listened to our favourite song.

We sang together.

You came to see me today,

I listened to our song of laughter,

looked with love into contented eyes.

I remembered

My daughter.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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