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Mother, Dear Mother
By
Janis R. Dearman
For my dear mother-in-law, who suffered from Alzheimer’s disease — written while I was caring for her prior to her death.
Mother, dear Mother, oh, where did you go?
If the house were on fire, would you care, would you know?
But your children are here—they remember and care
For the woman who loved them, though she’s no longer there.
Mother, dear Mother, where did you go?
You were laughing and serving, so much “on the go.”
You were witty and thoughtful and, often, so wise.
You made no allowance for crudeness or lies.
You often were tough and sharp with a word,
When crossed, disobeyed, or ignored and not heard.
Mother, dear Mother, oh, where did you go?
We wait by your side—for what? We don’t know.
We’ve not lost you to death, nor lost you out there,
But you’re lost as you sit, safe and warm in your chair.
Mother, dear Mother, oh, where will you go?
We cannot judge, but, surely, we know—
You worked and you worshipped; you shared Christian love.
There must be a special place saved up above,
Where your mind with new body once more will be found
Free from these earthly bonds, fully whole, fully sound.
Mother, dear Mother, oh, where have you gone?
The house is so quiet—
But your children are home.
© Janis R. Dearman 2006
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