You have forgotten <br />who I am, but <br />you can clap your hands <br />and giggle <br />when I kiss you. <br /> <br />We must bathe <br />and dress you now <br />like that large fragile <br />doll you once bought me <br />for Christmas. <br /> <br />It happened slowly, <br />so we used to see glimpses <br />of the proud lady, you <br />once were. Now we <br />can only treat you <br />with dignity <br /> <br />And for now <br />I can still hold you <br />in my arms and tenderly <br />sing to you, the songs <br />you once taught me. <br /> <br />Until someday <br />you forget <br />to breathe.<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-mom-2/
