A Poem to my Mother a Dementia's patient-Trauma

I watch you struggle with your memory
You could not understand our conversation sometimes
But I was there for you because you were my mother
I would hold you hands and look into your eyes
I knew the real you was still inside but your dementia was not letting you speak
There were times your medication would keep you up for two days with no sleep
You would sing all day and night worshipping our God
Yet we was there for you
The last conversation we had
You were sitting in your wheel chair and you reached out your hand as I was walking by
I pulled up the chair next to you
The conversation was not vocal because the dementia would not let you speak
It was a mother and son holding hands and looking into each other eyes
I still needed you as my mother, and I did not want to let you go
but I knew you had fought the good fight and It was time for you to rest now
You was not confused that day, but the smile on your face and the love in your eyes
let me know that you were still there even though you could not speak
The hardest part was letting go of your hand and walking away from you, but you smiled
and you let me know that it was going to be okay only as a mother could.