Days Are Gone

by Mary Etta Metcalf

days past long ago when she walked with me
when i could reach deep into her soul and see her
seeing her as she use to be…my mother…my friend
those day are gone…my time with her is past

bridging the gap between her and me was hard
seeing her slip into that abyss of her world
filled my heart with sadness…yet for a time we were one
those days are gone…my time with her is past

letting her be herself…yet letting her know i was there
held a richness all its own…i lost a mother…but gained a friend
sharing our short time together…just her and me
those days are gone my time with her is past

she gave me a whole lifetime…hers and mine
though i feel her loss…i treasure her memories forever
alzheimers will never take those away from me
those day are gone my time with her is past

End of the poem

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The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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