WHAT MUST IT BE LIKE

What must it be like,

To see things; others can not see.

And watch the expressions,

Of worry from your family.

What must it be like,

To have your grown children take you away,

From all that is familiar to you,

And you do not get a say.

What must it be like,

To be put in a home.

Where strangers are watching,

And you feel so alone.

What must it be like,

To eat what is in front of you.

Instead of making your own meals,

The way you used to.

What must it be like,

To have something to say.

But your thoughts get confused,

And jumbled words get in the way.

What must it be like,

To sit day after day.

Most of the time in your own little world,

As life is slowly fading away.

TODAY-mama suffers no more,

She takes her place in Heaven above.

She will be deeply missed,

By those she touched and loved.

pamela snedeker-depew GtG

HONOR YOUR FATHER AND YOUR MOTHER,

SO THAT YOU MAY LIVE LONG.

Exodus 20:12a NIV